User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150418005241


 * Queen Chrysalis lies back on her couch and stretches. Although she adores the prestige of the throne, the couch is more comfortable. Thus, she keeps it around in the corner of the room. She yawns audibly to the great dismay of the minion before her.

Commander: "If my report eludesz your interest, you need only say so, my queen."

Queen Chrysalis: "No. Continue. I just haven't been sleeping well lately."


 * The commander does not doubt it. She was always a little paranoid, but then Twilight Sparkle entered her life and ruined it twice over. That deepened her anxiety considerably. However, the betrayal of her court mage left a wound of some other sort. Now she seems to distrust even her own subjects. Only the commander and the other elite militants are apparently above her contempt and suspicion.

Commander: "Understood. Now for the point. I would recommend the long flight over the Macintosh Hillsz. If we invade Dodge Junction first, Appleloosa will undoubtedly learn of our plansz and ready themselvesz for our arrival, meaning that the buffalo, too, will be equipped for war..."


 * Chrysalis stops paying attention. Canterlot. Canterlot! She almost had Canterlot. But little Twilight Sparkle, clever Twilight Sparkle, Princess Twilight Sparkle, virtually managed to dynamite the prison of the real Cadance. To think that the guard captain had a darling sister even stronger than himself! Unbelieveable and also unfair!


 * The queen's gaze wanders around the room. She hardly wants to listen to the commander anymore. She had Canterlot! Any other prize should be beneath her.


 * As the comet passes over the Badlands, it releases a surge of magic, sending the astral essence of Parlys the Pale down into the wasteland below. The invisible wisp gently alights on the castle of Queen Chrysalis and pours into the clay idol he stole from the Maretropolis Museum of Art, which still lies on its pedestal in the throne room.


 * Parlys lifts his phoenix head. He feels a strange sensation in his spine, as though a leak has been plugged or a window slammed shut. He understands that his spell has found its target.


 * His escape has begun.