User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2018 and Beyond/@comment-27161581-20190401030009

''Kick quickly finds that the basement is closed down, and quite securely locked. Pounding on it doesn't do much, but does awaken someone on the other side.''

Police Pony: "Hey, who's there."

''Sylva returns with her ginormous funnel cake, her muzzle already covered in delicious sugar. She looks around at all the ponies and spots Force Filly and Strongheart.''

Sylva: "Ooooh, you won. Was it hard, and... oh, hello Strongheart. Are you here for the second half of the show?"

Sylva offers some funnel cake to a nearby gloomy looking stallion.

''Inari silently emerges into her manor with Glaive's seemingly lifeless corpse. She makes her way towards her most recent wing, one that once held a certain buffalo general. Scrolls float to the fox's eyes as she walks, alchemy tables, chemical formulas, scrolls after scrolls of notes on Enferon, T-Cytes, the intricate spells that relate the two. They mean nothing to her, but to a part of her, they make perfect sense. She spares a glance at Glaive, carried along behind her. A fortress in flesh indeed. Yet the strongest of fortresses yield and collapse over time. There is no rock so strong that water and wind cannot wear it away, no fire so fierce that water cannot quench it or wind snuff it out.''

''The fox continues on, stepping into her 13th wing, and emerges into the darkness, far, far to the North of her own manor, and even further away from Equestria. She glances around at a collection of star charts, scrolls, and telescopes, things she wished to share with others. The air is hardly thick enough to breathe. Yet this is the place. With a bag of mushrooms in one tail, and Glaive coiled within the others, Inari walks down a smoothly sloping stone passageway and opens an elaborately carved door of pegasus and evergreen trees. She steps out onto the peak of Mt.Everhoof, and her native element.''