Weight: roughly 14 stones
Hair: Longer Red hair Dark thick like Blood
Skin: Pale but worn with weather
Build:Not a large man. Wiley yet muscular
Primary Deity: Alcohol…. and which ever god wishes to drink with him
Distinctive Traits: A drunk always drinking. Looking for the dream at the bottom
Fearghus a promising you lad from the Finnegan line was just that , a boy who had just come to man hood. Being a strong man and fit as a fiddle as uncle Tim had always said. was going to become another great warrior for his clan.
Not to long after his 18th year it was the Harvest celebration and it was not long since there was a battle victorious over the neighboring O’Brien clan. So There had been much to celebrate. Everyone in attendance drank their fill. Fearghus being the Man now and not the boy drank till fighting the ground had become his new battle. In his drunken stooper he wondered into the woods, to contemplate everything.
Drinking from the bottle he had taken with him, he lost track of time. The stars, the woods , the lights, The path. He stumbled onto a path. Following this path, there she was. The most Beautiful woman he had ever seen. Fearghus had heard tales of magical woman who could pull men from their boats and demons who could make you do things with the movement of their shapely forms. This woman was none of those. The only thing he could think was she must be one of the mystical Fey his pops always warned him about. She had been stuck in a near by bog. Dropping everything He jumped for her to save her, and honestly asking for nothing in return she fancied his good heart and drunken wit.
Fearghus spent the next 3 days in her company. She taught him of the ways of magic and how it courses through him and everything. They spent the whole time in the Irish drink and in the hearts of each other. Her people were returning or so he was lead and he awoke one day in the woods with the worst hang over he had ever had.
Back in town the people looked at him in fear and with worries told him he had been gone for about a year. He told his family and the people close to him of his story and the fey from the woods. They mocked hi and shunned him for running out on his duties.
To this day Fearghus wonders the lands hitting all the taverns and wondering different woods, for the drink is the only way he can recollect that magical time in the woods, It is also the only way he can call upon those magical talents that beautiful woman taught him.
In his most recent adventure Feargus had found himself awaking from his drunken escapades only to find himself a slave of some foreign race putting his people to work in mines. Searching for something who not what. Knowing hi only savior was that fact he did not look like any spell caster they have run across before. they had placed fearghus in general move heavy stuff part of the camp. If he could only get his hands on a drop of the cure he could cast spells once again and free as many of his brethren as he could. After a few days of unbearable sobriety Fearghus had come up with a plan. Get broken by the giant so they have to take him to the fixers.
The fixers where a cage of spiritual caster types near the captains tent. And with one solid thumb he was broken and sent fairly quick for Fearghus worked hard in the mine and was strong enough to move a mine cart by himself. A healer a soulless man follower of the god Odin set and healed his wounds. this was the first step into making an escape. During the next few days Fearghus took on many pains to make it back to the fixers shack. Turns out the medicine girl named Flea in the tent could changes shapes and so started the escape plans. Hiding they keys to their manacles and cages. as dog
As we tried to make our escape as always in Fearghus type luck he was instantly spotted and chased. The other slipped out the back. Making his way to Some of the other strongest warriors he had worked the mines with he tried to free them. Oh yes did i mention Flee had brought him his bottled courage and it made the magic flow through him yet again. With his newly bolstered abilities he tried to cast a defensive spell on himself so that he could protect himself more while he tried to free the prisoners. The time since he had used hi magic had been to long and his spell had to much raw power behind it. And fearghus Magic glowed brightly from him radiating a bright green light from his chest. Blinding everyone around him. Both a hindrance and a boon. After many awkward moments fumbling around a hill giant he managed to free about ten or twelve of the slaves. Noticing that the giant was upon them Feaghus sacrificed himself to give the slaves a moment to run. in doing so was batted across the camp with a single swing from the giants club.
The priest having found most of their items of travel weapons and armor helped fearghus with their spells of divine energy and brought him to his feet. The small band made a break for the woods.
It was over the next several days hiding in the woods this now small group had felt a need to go back and get revenge on their captures captain and save some of the men.
after a short recon from the druid Flea they group had found out that the men they had freed had been recaptured and staked to the ground. With some strategy and blind luck on their side. They manage to kill the captain and obtain his orders and the secret coded documents from his tent. The Brave druid cause a major distraction buy ripping the throats out of some of the guards as some Primal wolf. one larger than Fearghus had ever seen before. On the escape from the camp and some unfortunately bright spells from the clerics. who seem to be followers of war gods the group had arrived at the tentri slaves that had been freed before. With a valiant stand against the guards at and and the fact the camp was now in complete chaos the group managed to escape with the remaining 7 of the slaves.
The two Priest have a goal to meet the dwarves and with the agreement they help Fearghus free some of the slave and help get revenge. he would in turn help them. so they make their way to the dwarves…
A long the way the weather grew harsh and cold. The druid even at one point convinced some bear from the woods to lay down its life to save our large group of travelers im second guessing how powerful this young woman actually is. The nature magic she must wield has to be severely powerful to pull off such a feat.in need of more warmth Fearghus and his companions found a camp abandoned with the remains of 4 or so adventures had come before. With out very much for thought and the cold nipping at everyone they hastily went for the blankets and cold. The Priest of Odin the soulless one was set upon by some sort of huge spider, After hastily drinking one of the bottles of fine wine Feaghus has absconded with from the captains tent he remember. This spider was a phase spider. Paralyzing and warping it its victim to its realm. After fighting them off and killing many of them , that is four by the way. we needed a way to get the soulless one back.. Fearghus drinking to the most access he could finishing two bottles or maybe three of wine came up with a brilliant and crazy idea. " i will channel as much magical energy as i can from all the different types of spell types and blast a whole through the planer wall to save our friend. With the Help of the winged priest and the nature druid. It was happening.
With a loud crack of thunder and a magical ripple through the world around us. We broke through the planes of existence and pulled our friend back to us. Little did we know he had found his own way back and just appeared behind us…Creating some sort of break in reality between the two points. The magical barriers he are upset and i fear for the worse. The magical back lash was severe. Turning Both Fearghus hands and feat to talon like claws and his entire torso to metal . know he only had about an hour to live the priest of oden and the winged priest of crafting said their individual prayers and with the last a bit of fey luck, a bottle of liqueur fell from the branches above. only to know him out for half of his remaining time on the world. waking up for the last few minutes of his life. he drank that bottle and said his farewells to the group proud to have given his life to save his new friends….