The water above Jenk continued to roil even as the first two fish he had claimed reached the surface. The goblin had never been under the water for this long. Thanks to the scale, he was barely even feeling the need to inhale when normally he'd have long since become desperate for breath. It was all so new. All so exciting. And that excitement showed in the gusto with which he continued his assault on every fish he could see. Were he not holding his breath, Jenk would be laughing manically as he set about him with the Holy Pitchfork of Fouston. Striking again and again and again at anything that had the misfortune of being within 30 feet of him.


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Jenk rolls a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/27610]23[/url] to continue Phase Bolting every fish that gets within 30 feet of him.
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