(((https://convergencerp.rpg-board.net/t1338-jantha)))

The wind howled, thunder growled, lightning sizzled and the rain the rain was unending.  It was going on three days of solid storms now and Jantha was getting sick of it.  Anytime he had ventured out he had been forced by the wind and rain to flee like a coward facing danger for the first time.  Already his face, neck and arms were covered in massive red splotches, burns caused by either wind or rain.  The normal green skin contrasted with the burns making them appear even more damaged than they were.  He wasn't sure what wretched planet the ship had crashed on but it was proving to be hell.  possibly even worse than hell.  The only thing that could have made matters worse was if the primitive earthen structures hadn't existed.  It was a strange thing to have earthen structures that were able to stand up to the weather being thrown at them.  As old as they appeared to be they would have faced the storms for generations at least.

He decided to forget going outside and forgo getting burned as fun as the though may have been.  He grinned thinking back to the time before the ship had crashed there had been some girls on the ship he wouldn't have minded getting burned by.  The small wooden door flew inward with a bang and one of those girls entered dripping rainwater all over the floor.

"Any luck Olivia?"

(((https://convergencerp.rpg-board.net/t1198-olivia-harris)))

Olivia tried to keep the water contained to a small location but there was just far too much of it.  Jantha was her first awoken that she had encountered and she was fascinated by his inability to tolerate wind or water.  The degree of difficulty that it must bring to his life was staggerng.  Such mundane things like drinking, bathing, or even stepping foot outside could be massive challenges.  It put her life in perspective or so she thought.

So what are you doing to help him?

The ever present voice of her deity Glispa leading, guiding, shaping her life.  It was a blessing most times but every so often it could feel like a curse.

He cannot last in this place like this.  Find somewhere safe from the wind and rain.

"Any luck Olivia?"

Olivia turned to Jantha with a sigh, "The island is pretty barren I'm afraid.  I couldn't see much of anything in the pouring rain anyhow.  With the ship underwater our supplies are gone.  Aside from those we took with us."

The priestess eyed the red tinged bow and the empty quiver wondering why he'd brought a quiver without arrows.  The whip he had with him was slightly more understandable although the mere sight of it brought chills up and down her spine.  She had spent the first few years of her life a slave and had seen what whips did to men, women and children.  She had seen first hand the horrible task masters who cracked the whips indiscriminately. 

You're nobody's slave now my child.  Now, help him.

"Can't find any creatures out there braving the rain but maybe I'll find some fruit it's worth a try, right?"  Olivia didn't wait for an answer.  She swung the door open and went back out into the rain closing the door behind her.

Jantha cursed the climate of this wretched place they had crashed into.  Who or what could possibly exist in a place like this? He cursed more as he pondered what he was going to do for heat.  Here he was with burns all over his body and wondering about heat.  Oh the irony.  He could summon fire to help but there was nothing for it to burn.  Olivia could possibly bring something in from outside but it wouldn't help matters much as it would most likely be water logged.  He resigned himself to doing absolutely nothing.

The door opened with a whoosh and Jantha looked over at it expecting to see Olivia entering once more.  He was in for a shock, as was the figure that entered.  A brown skinned frog like creauture standing six feet tall on its back legs stared at the awoken before reaching behind it to grab what looked like pieces of bone fashioned into weapons.  A croak shot out of the frog's mouth and then it launched itself forward towrds Jantha.

Taken by surprise Jantha was unprepared to use his bow.  The whip took time to use as well but was his best option.  He grabbed it halfway down he length and lashed out with the tip calling on the whip to unleash the stored magical charge stored in a crystal.  The flash of red impacted directly between the frog man's eyes sending him sprawling mid-flight.  Jantha roused himself long enough to ensure the figure was dead before laying back down.  It seemed this planet did have natives after all