User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-27161581-20170711230246

Salty shrugs.

Salty: "Well, I guess I can begin somewhere."

Salty straightens his posture and stretches his legs.

Salty: "It was a dark and stormy night, the fog was thick. The crew and I have just finished from gathering cargo from the shores of the dragon lands. However, not everything was in order. On our way back we saw lights. Not the usual welcoming lights of the city... oh no. These were the bright yellow lights of not the city... but the Royal Navy!"

''The puppet slams into the shields, and is slowly nudged aside, the attackers in front supported by the attackers behind, a wall of wood. They slowly inch closer, careful to spread out to allow more shield bearing puppets into the HQ. The drill whirls up again, now running at full speed. It's coming from further down the hall. Another breach? The ponies hardly have time to consider the location before a series of pops come from all around them, as a puppet launches a few more gas filled grenades into the headquarters. The attackers are swiftly becoming more organized.''