User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161102160357


 * Two hardlight thugs go down in a heap—several meters from where they were just standing.

* One daring stallion with a cowlick heaves at Aroma's head with a baseball bat.*

Nettledew: Concerning how we should pass the evening by, of course.

* The mage adjusts Strongheart's collar with her magic and nods, satisfied.*

Nettledew: Lune Lark has cancelled a meeting, and—to twist the tongue—all is already in readiness for Sapphire Sky's appointment tomorrow.