User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7562999-20161122035511

Ray: "Um...Oh, right...Are you sure you don't want to just stay the night...I have an extra bed...and it's getting late...and you must be tired."



A pony sits in a leather chair, mulling over a piece of paper. A pair of metallic wings hang on the wall to the stallion's left. He huffs. "Bash. Stop standing outside of the door and get in here."

The door opens and a rather meek looking stallion stumbles in. He walks up to the chair, and whimpers. "Y-yes, Mr..."

The stallion turns on the cowering pony before him quickly. He booms in a threatening tone. "HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU!? NEVER USE MY NAME!"

The stallion falls backwards onto his rear. "I-I'm sorry."

The stallion scowls under his mask...hiding his features in a dead, blank, white expression. "Fool...Now then...I have a task for you."

Bash nods. The mystery figure looks back to his paper. "I have been giving news from an informant. This information is a game-changer. The plan can finally be set in motion. A new chess piece brought into play."

Bash: "Wh-who?"

The masked pony nods. "Goldenheart, the key piece in the grand scheme of things. She has giving herself a critical weakness. A foal. She adopted a orphaned foal. I want it...Then, we can get what we need from Goldenheart. Go, now. Find those that are willing to do the job for us. Fine the most cunning, the most brutal, the most skilled. Give them an offer they can't refuse. Then bring them back to me."

Bash nods. "Y-yes sir..."

He rushes out, tripping halfway to the door. He picks himself up and runs off. The masked pony smiles behind the mask. "Oh, Goldenheart...You have made a terrible mistake."