User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-24422626-20151205045424


 * Glaive shakes his head within his own picture frame. He cannot recall his tri-blade when he is trapped in a painting. And while a part of him scorns Parlys for not simply ending his nemeses immediately, he also knows that such a vain villain as he must love to play with his prey.*

Discord: Yes, yes... Let's be off. And Fluttershy, if you would kindly pinch me every few seconds, I would very much appreciate that...

* Meanwhile, in a sylvan little nook on Foal Mountain, three adult ponies and their filly companion ponder their next move around an early campfire.*

Lucid: Vines, you said?

Vega: That's what our contacts in Canterlot and the Crystal Empire are saying. I haven't heard from anypony else.

Kick: ...I'm not liking this. Let's make some calls.

* ''Butler mutters something under his breath and takes a closer look. At least there seems to be no explosive charge connected to the device, but he steps back into the hall anyway and calls for an armored HQ drone.''*