[b][centre]Rucks Kennithson[/b][/centre]

As Rucks drove towards Vegas the world became clear. It was a surreal experience, as if he'd just found a landmark which meant he wasn't lost anymore. His knowledge of the world increased at first tenfold, the knowledge of the state's roads at his disposal. Shortly afterwards it increased again, this time a hundredfold, the continent was like an old friend to him. He knew everything about it but still, there was more to it. By the time he could map the entire world his knowledge was beyond the concept of a mortal. He knew more than just roads, he knew the cardinal points at the drop of a hat. Navigation was no longer a tool; it seemed to become a part of him.

He pulled over onto the hard shoulder. His head began to throb, what was happening to him? No one could just gain knowledge like he had. Something happened to him - something beyond his understanding. He wasn't just any old mortal anymore. The wind changed, westerly to southernly it wasn't just a small breeze either, it was a rather vicious gale. Rucks wasn't the superstitious type but even he took that as a sign telling him to keep going - maybe vegas did hold the answers he needed. 

The so called messenger of the gods, filled with knowledge about the entire world and yet he remains so clueless. If he only knew, if he pursued his instincts, unlocked his potential. Turned that knowledge into power. Maybe then, he would understand.