User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-7345250-20160215030642

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Golden Age: "I don't know what to think anymore. First Cap'n is dead, and then he's not dead. Maretropolis needs me, but I need Trotham. Ugh..."


 * She stretches her legs out.


 * After some more skimming, Celestia happens upon a section which might be relevant.


 * The dark one called Last Light,


 * The Rat, Son of [indecipherable]


 * Whose gaze turns peasants


 * And steadfast insiders


 * Alike [indecipherable]


 * [indecipherable]


 * Appeared before the Tree,


 * His evils poised to fly.


 * Celestia is silent. She seems to be thinking.