User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-7345250-20150708165657


 * Flashfire strolls off in the opposite direction.


 * Outside of the desert castle, two changelings stand facing each other and arguing in raised voices.

Commander: "There are eighteen gladiatorsz missing from the lower circuit muster. Eighteen! Changelingsz do not vanish into thin air, seer. If your skillsz are asz awesome asz you pretend, then you are grossly hiding something from me!"

Archmagus Secthotep: "Your underlingsz' whereaboutsz are no concern of mine, tin head. If your officersz are so incompetent that they can misplace a score of your thrallsz, then I weep for the future of the hive!"

Commander: "Enough of your dramaticsz! Start talking now, or elsze I will inform Her Majesty of your failure to cooperate. Isz that what you want?"


 * A third changeling wearily flitters down into the dust. The commander quickly collects himself.

Commander: "Soldier, what newsz do you bring?"

Courier: "Huff... haaa... the Pale One appeared at the Dodge settlement... He took out one of the spiesz and boarded a locomotive headed east!"


 * Both of the elite changelings narrow their eyes.

Commander: "I see."

Archmagus Secthotep: "Most unfortunate."

Commander: "If that isz all, you may go."

Empress Terrorfin: "Leave it to the chefs. I want you in here with me."


 * The turtle tosses Goldenehart onto a marble counter.