User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20141218053741


 * Golden Age tastes the blood in her mouth as she feebly departs. She looks down one more time into the unending darkness. No, it most certainly will not fit into a bucket nor any kind of orb. It may just be her imagination after being bulldozed by a flood just moments before, but something seems to shine in the abyss, if only for a split second.