User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2016-2017/@comment-24422626-20170309051055


 * Crack! Another unicorn sprawls out on the pavement, clutching his battered head, in no state to levitate a toothpick.

* Revenant narrows his eyes.*

Revenant: Our work is nearly done for today. Let me be the first to clue you in, guppy: you and your ragtags have joined the game late. Can you even trust your own?

* ''The Pegasus sneers and whips around to meet Vega, who has lunged from behind, though still dazed. The scuffle ends in an instant with the bat-pony panting at Goldfin's hooves, his foreleg freshly bloodied by Revenant's knife. A small hypodermic juts from his neck, and the red wound starts to pulse a bright green over his paling coat...''*

Vega: Nngh... Sorry...

[click]

Glaive: "Good job, sir. I'm still hunting that sniper."

* Glaive nods to Decibelle and runs after the two fleeing ponies again.*

Glaive: Hey! Stop!

* ''Before Ironworks and Orbit can reach the woods' edge, they come under attack again, peppered with hard pellets from an unseen, ranged foe. The pellets burst on contact, showering the stallions with a mind-blearingly itchy powder.''*

* Nettledew tilts her head.*

Nettledew: Mm. In my experience, Hollow Shades is a fit place for those seeking adventure—and also those seeking rest, and perhaps a new start. It's clear to me that Strongheart is of the latter breed; he has certainly been through much, as you would understand. Exactly what, though...