User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150316003342


 * Golden takes a step backward and tries to hide her own embarrassment from startling one of her hosts.

Heehaha... Sleep well, Lucid?


 * Parlys extracts himself from the field. The comet will do its job, yes... but in the meantime, its master must reassess his priorities.


 * But what the weft is that abominable fruit thing?

Parlys: "Hmph! Now what are you supposed to be? An 'Apple of Discord'? I imagine you're no different from any of the other animated produce here. Speak!"


 * Deep in the House of Spells, Archmagus Secthotep sits in his private meditation chamber, ruminating on the achievements of the lesser Magi. Only one comes to mind who might pose a threat to his dominance. He will be dealt with.


 * He waves a hoof over his crystal ball to view the House of Fangs, wherein his nemesis, the guard commander, presides over the military. The queen's favorite, the commander and the voice thereof spoke louder in her ear than any other.


 * Admittedly, Secthotep had not minded the recent coup. Much.


 * But what is this? For a brief, fleeting second he could have sworn that he had caught a trace of the traitor's magic in the orb. Yet had he not been taken by Discord? This will require some inspection...