User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20160214013025


 * Golden Age groans and rolls back over. Time to let it out...

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Golden Age: "Dessy, I killed a pony!"

Mare Do Well: "There are some more letters after this one. The story isn't over yet."


 * Next letter:


 * Yakyakistan, Summer 18


 * I walked to the royal palace, and who should I find but the so-called Mad Monk himself? His eyes were different colors, and his gaze seemed to look through me at times. He assured me that all was well and that the bastardization and "ponywashing" of the ballet was, in fact, the Prince's idea. He gave me some Equestrian bits in plain view of more yaks, eliciting shock on their part, before he left for a local tavern. I am awestruck by this stallion's air of lunacy. Not only does he look like a maniac. He acts like one too!


 * I talked to these yaks afterward, and they confirmed my fears. Allegedly, this Mad Monk saved the life of the Prince's young heir. Thenceforth, the royal family and every yak beneath them has been subject to his whims. There is no doubt that the ballet was his doing. Every yak in Yakyakistan knows that this stallion is up to no good. They are right to be fearful. I only wish I weren't caught up in the middle of it all.


 * —[indecipherable] Sure Sky