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Well. It has been a month since JGray's last posting, so I'm calling this campaign dead. It was awesome to play with you all.
JGray, on the off-chance you see this, if you wish to continue this campaign, please message me. Peace out.

I left a PM for JGray. Hope he gets it.

Jenrick leads the others to the Moneychanger.
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Jenrick will convert his gemstone. Sadly, not enough for a saurus, but enough to restock his gear for a trip up north. Will update character page soon.

"But now, now is the time for chilled wine, dates, and dancing! Let's retire to party, before we head out into the wild once more."

The simlarian smiles at the nova roman's joviality.

So how much does a saurus cost. All I got is a large orange gem.

"I like that idea", smiles Jenrick. "Desert travel can be tiring."

Putting his hands on his hips, Jenrick concludes, "Well, looks like we are traveling to Shapeir. Who know? It might be slightly cooler, seeing how it's north of here."

With Hektor's help, both men gently set the giant scorpion stinger on the counter.

Yes, back to the chemist. Jenrick still wishes to help Hektor turn in his giant stinger, among other things.

A sly smile creased Jenrick's face, imagining what an intimate between Nawar and Feliticia would entail..and if he was invited to join.

Adjusting the giant stinger on his shoulder, Jenrick gave a quick shrug.
"Joining the Guild was the fastest way to help others and make a name for yourself."

Jenrick begins to wonder what's keeping the others, feeling the hot desert sun radiate down on the silmarian.

When they leave, could someone give Jenrick his payment, please?

Having helped Hektor transport the giant stinger back to Rasier, Jenrick helps set the stinger outside the Adventurer's Guild, and guards it while the others talk with Nawar.

"It's a real shame we didn't find the proclaimation..or the mastermind", chagrined the godling. "I guess, for now, we have stopped the immediate threat to Rasier. That has to count for something."

Ah. Well, that's different. Hope the fam get well soon.

Anybody else feels like rp until JGray comes back? It's been a week, dude.

"Well, I hope they felt the Wraith of Nemesis", said Jenrick with a grim finality.

The silmarian thinks, then asks, "Meet any interesting creatures, like nymphs or satyrs, out in the wild?"

Hoping to steer the conversation away from himself, Jenrick asked the centaur, "So, Rhiastra, how was life on your island home? Did you live with other centaurs?"

Jenrick laughed, more out of relief than anything.
"Yes, the muses will chronicle these years as "the time before the legends, where he met the centaur hero, Rhiastra, in the mouth of a giant scorpion's nest".

Jenrick smiled, not a smile of joy, but of resignation.
No more dodging the issue, I suppose. I imagine if there's anyone who would believe me, it's her.
"You are very, very perceptive, Rhiastra", spoke Jenrick with a chagrin. "What I'm about to tell you, using elicits one of two reactions: I'm either chased out of town for being a heretic, or people swamp me with favors to ask the Gods."
The silmarian sighed, and continued. "The reason I was able to shake off the poison, the reason I don't make tracks in the sand, the reason I'm a lot healthier than I should be, is because my mother was a mortal woman, and my father sits upon his throne on Mt. Olympus as King of the Gods. I'm the son of Zeus."

"So, are you able to commune with Gaia? How is she doing?"

Jenrick smiled. "You and Trathing are not the first divine spellcasters I've met, but most of that have been clerics, and one paladin of Athena."
Looking to the fading plant-like hoof prints Rhiastra leaves in her wake. "I've met a couple adherents of Demeter, but none seem to have a strong connect to the natural world as you do."

"No, it's not that. I just know that you divine casters need adequate time to pray for your spells. I just want to make sure you have that time to pray", nods Jenrick.

"If you're sure..", questions Jenrick. The silmaran moves over to make more room for the centaur.

Jenrick, always the chance to RP or always the skip ahead?

RP. it's one of the best features of pbp.

Do you want the chance to RP or shall we skip ahead?

Always.

Nodding to both the nova roman and the centaur, Jenrick focuses his ioun torch out the cavern entrance and into the darkening desert landscape.

I like your suggestions. Hang onto the wand; it might lead to the mastermind's identity. Split the pills and dinars.

Jenrick takes one final search of the cavern chambers to make sure they look secure. Returning to the party, the silmarian states, "I'll take first watch." Jenrick then sets himself up at the mouth of the cavern.

Jenrick pointed out the discovery of the ruined scroll rack to the others.

So do we spend the night here and head back at sun up?

"Good question", spoke Jenrick. "It will be a cooler journey, but we might run into night predators." Shrugging, the silmarian continues, "I bow to the decision of the group."

"How can you tell anything in this mess", questions the silmarian male. "Any evidence pointing to the mastermind is destroyed."
Jenrick begins to look around the destroyed room for any signs of an exit from the would-be arsonist.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Upon seeing the centaur advance into the cave, Jenrick activates his ioun torch, and watches the shaman's back.

Jenrick has his ioun torch in his hand, ready to put it to use.

Jenrick moved to just inside the cavern, keeping guard at the entrance while those who could see in the dark explored the cavern more fully.

Looking to the nova roman, Jenrick remarks, "Well, it seems a shame not to explore, and enjoy the fruits of our labor, but after a few cool drinks of water. If nothing else, it will provide some shelter from the cold desert winds that are sure to come."

It's what I'm doing. No other options were presented.

Through Trathing's and Hektor's advice in rope placement, Jenrick and the other party members began work to move the huge rock door away. The silmarian man mainly stayed to the ropes, helping to rock the stone door free.

The silmarian man takes off his backpack and rummages through it. "I got some rope", Jenrick chimes.

Jenrick points out the grasping points on the stone to those present, and tells them he can find no other door.
"I'm open to suggestions."

Getting up from the cliff face, Jenrick looks at the giant door. "Who knows? Maybe the Gods will shine down on us a secret way in." The young silmarian man begins to examine and feel the cliff wall and door, looking for a way in.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Jenrick smiled as his waterskin was magically refilled with cool water.
Looking over to the nova roman, Jenrick called over, "Well, Hektor, looks like the Moldavi showed us 'sun-belters' who can thrive better in the desert. I guess Moldavians aren't so delicate as they seem", smiled the silmarian, as he raised his waterskin in toast to Trathing, Felicitia and Märche.

Happy for whatever shade the cliffs provided, Jenrick leaned against the cliffwall, and slide down to the ground.
"Even my lighter silmarian armor is no match for this heat", sighed Jenrick. "Although there could be some lingering effects from the scorpion poison that's making feel so off."
The young silmarian man also drains his waterskin.

Why not.

Feeling the wash of positive nergy wash over him, Jenrick feels better as the pain in his abdomen lessens.
Jenrick sighs, "Ahh! Thanks Trathing."

"I like attention", grinned Jenrick, "especially if it's from the kind like of people".
"But I have heard that under these desert conditions, droplets of water on the skin can turn those droplets into magnifying glass, drilling the desert sun into your skin." With that Jenrick did his best to swipe any excess moisture from his exposed skin.

Jenrick sputters under the sudden torrent. It was bracingly cold, but looking over his form, it was true, the black ichor was washed away.
The silmarian sighed, "A little warning would have been nice," but smiled.
The young man couldn't help notice that when wet, his traditonal silmarian clothing clung to his body tightly, perhaps too much for modest company.

Smiling as her companions celebrate the hard fought victory, Rhiastra moves to check on those poisoned by the beast.

"Careful, Rhiastra", cautions Jenrick, as he takes a few steps back. "I don't want anyone to gets this..gunk on them. Maybe there is a place nearby I can wash this stuff off."