Bucky McAnvilstand was a forsworn hoodlum I was forced to deal with due to his rowdy smithing. He gave as good as he took, but eventually died from 'sever orcish warhammer trama to the upper skeleton'. Shortly after dying Bucky's corpse stood bolt upright and planted itself frozen on his anvil, scaring the shit out of me. I wasn't too scared to take a few pot shots at him though, and eventually take this picture.
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