Recent content by Ruckus Fairweather

"Undead, never dead, ultimately, I'm unsure." The Undead. An idea that both frightened and emboldened Ruckus, perhaps more of the former than he would've ever liked to admit. The Undead were the wretched spawn of necromancers and evildoers, souls of life that had been forever tormented into...

"The blade is not meant for you." Now there was a line that sparked intrigue, his gaze scanning Arnor with a mix of strengthened curiosity and lessening tension, aided by the Hunter's relaxed stance and less threatening presence. The lack of it caused Ruckus smile to widen in relief, like a...

The shine of a fine silver blade and it's wielder's words struck Ruckus from his half-unattentive daze. "This is no place for the unprepared, friend. You should turn back. Only death awaits you in Faragen." Ruckus wasn't sure he knew how to physically describe those kind of people that you...

Similar to Arnor, Ruckus was far from any comfort, and home for that matter. He had packed his meager possessions into a patchwork rucksack, temporarily vacating his residence at some dingy, familiar tavern room in the Slums of Alliria in search of something . . . Exciting, adventurous, and...