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

God of the sky, messages and travel. This was allegedly what Rucks was - to an extent he had become a divine being. He wasn't sure how or why - he did know however when. The initial blackout, the one that caused a crash. It was his bodies way of protecting Rucks from the influx of power. 

What did it mean? If he could figure out what he could use his domains for then perhaps he could gain power? The wind which motioned him towards Vegas, that wasn't a sign. That was something Rucks had conjured, he controlled the winds to point the way. To remind him of his goal perhaps? Maybe he was imagining it all. Maybe it was all a dream. He doubted it, he'd come to terms with this somehow. As if someone had told him and they were to be trusted. 

In a way it all made sense. The sudden understanding of the world, the change of wind. Vegas held no answers, it was his destination and he'd started to forget, it's strange how becoming a god can make you do that. But now he had to figure out one thing, how would he control his abilities? If he could figure that out then maybe he would figure out what to do next. These were things Rucks could contemplate later, maybe he should find a hotel to stay in.