Upon learning what the task was, Jenk set aside all items that he didn't want getting wet and then dived into the water with the Holy Pitchfork of Fouston in hand. This hadn't been the first time Jenk had gone fishing like this. The magic scale was a first, but everything aside from that was nothing new to him. Gathering fish from any available body of water for the cult's pantry was one of Jenk's favorite jobs back home. Mainly because the Holy Pitchfork of Fouston made things a lot easier. Fish tended to flee whenever something approached too close, so a lot of the difficulty of fishing came from getting close enough to actually catch the fish. But thanks to the Holy Pitchfork, Jenk had no need to approach the fish. All the goblin had to do was thrust the Holy Pitchfork's prongs at the fish and they would be skewered by the relic's divine power. And so it wasn't long before a cloud of red formed in the area where Jenk was hunting. A phenomenon that was shortly followed by a steady stream of impaled fish corpses floating up to the surface.


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Jenk attempts to catch some fish by skewering them with Phase Bolts. Jenk Rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27543]12[/url] at first, but spends a hero point to re-roll for a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27544]24[/url] instead.
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