User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7345250-20150921034004


 * Golden Age sets her ensemble aside. Decibelle sounded like whoever was at the door had something important to say. Maybe she better check on the situation downstairs before she does anything else.


 * Jane prances into the lobby, where Mid-Nite is reclining in an armchair.

Dr. Mid-Nite: "Back already? They didn't prove insospitable, did they?"

Jane Neighpier: "No, no, no. It's all good. It was worth it. I ended up giving them a little confidence boost."

Dr. Mid-Nite: "Hmmm... And did you happen to spy a shady figure in a dark coat on your way back?"

Jane Neighpier: "Huh?"

Dr. Mid-Nite: "I looked up a couple of minutes ago, thinking you were back early, but it was somepony else. Dark hat, dark coat, dark everything. Shady in every sense of the word. When I blinked, he was gone."

Jane Neighpier: "Wow-wee! That's pretty spooky, Doctor M. Want to ask the front desk if the place is haunted? I bet it is. Maretropolis has a lot of ponies with reasons for haunting..."

Dr. Mid-Nite: "I'm not interested in a ghost hunt, but that's not all."


 * He glances down at the floor. On the regally patterned carpet, almost unnoticeable, is a very small stain.

Dr. Mid-Nite: "He bled."

Jane Neighpier: "I take it back. That's super-spooky."


 * So, Parlys the Pale is to be brought before King Vorak, hmm? Bummer. He always got along with the wily centaur, but there was always some kind of enmity just below the surface. Vorak never liked him, and he could easily perceive this, but neither of them ever said a word about the matter. Yes, they did get along, but there was no love lost between them.


 * As soon as the doors open, Parlys bows low.

Parlys: "King Vorak, it has been too long! Allow me to begin by expressing my deepest sympathy for Prince Tir-"


 * Something is not right.


 * Parlys looks up and spots a gargoyle on the throne.

Parlys: "Eh?"