User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-7345250-20170425133228


 * Perhaps it is fortunate that Goldfin is less rigid and prone to perforation than a concrete wall, because the next thing she knows is eating a paw from a griffon more than twice her size.

Goldfin: "Hurk-!"


 * The blow launches her clean over Lord Raziel's head and onto her back some distance away. She lies in a breathless daze, struggling to raise herself again. That is going to hurt in the morning. If there is a morning.


 * Her trident wildly stabs at him, poorly coordinated but no longer holding back.


 * The pony formerly known as the Mane-iac lowers her paddle.


 * She was outbid faaast.

Jane Neighpier: "Welp. I'm afraid my best just won't cut it... Haha. Sorry, Debbie!"

Dr. Naaa: "You wish to know about the one called Master of Many Strange Creatures... he who ordered the assassinations of Carnelian Carving, Summit Survey, and Culture Shock; he who ordered that the railroad be treated with the unknown poison he entrusted to me. No?"

Flashfire: "That's the one."


 * Dr. Naaa starts to appear a little grimmer and a little less self-confident.

Dr. Naaa: "Imagine an ox tall, lean, and feline—high shouldered, with a brow like Star Swirl and a face like Nightmare Moon, two splendidly curved horns, and large magnetic eyes of the true jade-green. Invest him with all the cruel cunning of one thousand years or more in one giant intellect—with all the resources of alchemy and science, past and present—and you have a mental picture of Moo Min-Yon: the consummation of evil incarnate in one bull."