User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-7562999-20151022153602

Raphael nods and enters the portal. The gate disappears behind him...the group appears on a desolate landscape, filled with trees made of obsidian and rives of lava flowing in the igneious rock. Lamentations shudders. "We're here...Welcome to Hell."

A snide voice pipes up from the back. "No...I thought we were in Prance!"

Lamentations gazes back. "Quiet, Silverheart..."

GH: "They will accept me in any form! Affection is not dictated by appearance!"