User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-24422626-20181006033540


 * Glaive once again calls his weapon to his hoof, adopting a wary posture both at the appearance of the nine watchers above and the sudden womb of darkness that surrounds him, apparently caused by Inari. He peers up through the black at where the bull called Moo Min-Yon was just standing.*

"Faust..."

* Far south, in Maretropolis, the first rays of the morning sun glister over the harbor's watery ripples and the industrial district's trainyards.

* ''Of all the early-dawn unloadings already going on near the docks, there is a particularly industrious milling-about of ponies near the circus train that has come to rest there. There are already scores of dock workers there to roll out the trapeze bars, the looming animal cages, the great tent supports, and a veritable sea of colorful canvas.''*