User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150811134807

Dazzling elicits a moan of pain. Thunder looks miserably at her wing, which was bent at an awkward angle during the explosion.

SH glowers. "I would have figured out a way to get down safely."

Achlys reaches Dark Arts. Her glasses are pushed down her ns and her ponytail is quite messy. She is fiddling with the pieces and parts she got from the store.

A dusty stallion blows through the doors of a bar. His hat is pulled down low, she his eyes are covered in shadow. Six revolver swing from hoilsters on his chest. The harkeep recognizes the stallion right away. "Ah, The Gunslinger, the usual, I presume."

GS: "Please."

The Gunslinger takes his place at the bar and the barkeep slides him a drink. The Gunslinger sips it slowly, taking his own sweet time. "Do ya happen to know about a changelin' named The Pale One?"

Barkeep: "The Pale One? I've only heard legends about him...I think it's a him. It can be hard to tell with changelings. Besides, we don't get many changlings down her in Apploosa."

The Gunslinger sigh into his drink. "That changling needs to die."

Barkeep: "Who's paying you this time?"

GS: "No one. This is a personal score Ah need to settle."

The barkeeper nods. "Well, I understand that. May God have mery on his soul. I've never known you to lose a target. Eventually, you always get them."

The Guslinger nods. "Indeed."