User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-7345250-20150821004132


 * Goldfin—or rather Golden Age, since she just took off her costume—sets the book down and take a deep breath.

Golden: "Here goes nothing."


 * She starts to pool magic in her horn.

Dark Arts: "Something fishy?"

Capt. Death-Stalker: "I am a rather unique stallion, thanks to a series of tragic mishaps. Yet despite its history of mishaps and villainy, I daresay Maretropolis has not seen anything quite like me before."


 * Death-Stalker's expression is unreadable—only two whitish eyes shining in a field of darkness. He stalls, mentioning neither the bits nor the weapons... yet.