User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-24422626-20161102191054


 * Cowlick stumbles over his own hooves and then has his head reduced to a spray of red hardlight. His body dissipates. Three down, five to go.

* Two thugs swing at Aroma—one high from the left, one stooping low on the right.*

(Have to go fast at this point in typing. Will get to Nettle in a couple of hours.)