Riekert Svenson was a mysterious Necromancer dwelling in the forest near Fairmire. Once a classmate of Zird the Arcane's, a love triangle between himself, Zird, and Caelus Aurelean left the friendship in tatters for, presumably, hundreds of years. He was, according to Zird, "as respected as a Necromancer can be." The forest he lived in was relatively normal, until one began to get deeper into it. The closer to to Svenson's hideout one grew, the deader things got, until everything was. No plant life, no animals, etc. He lived in a dark, evil castle, with three uneven warped spires. The stone was dark, almost black. There was a stairway with handle rails with cool skulls on them, leading up to a big black door with a large crow carved onto it. The knocker was the skull of an ogre, with what looks like a cow-head skull hanging from it's mouth, that one would use to knock.
After the Demon Apocalypse washed over Drunkeros, the necromancer kept to himself until the then un-named Ätlän-tã Fælcons knocked on his door, seeking his expertise in the Hammer of Sundering. He had a little fun with the party, trapping them inside his rooms of horror and poisoning them with powerful sleep agents hidden in their food, before actually helping them.
Though the party tried their best, Zird and Riekert did not make amends. The two continued their blood feud up until Zird's unfortunate death.
- Race: Human
- Class: Necromancer
- Age: Ancient
- Status: Alive
- MISC Info:
- Spoke with a voice similar to Zird's. Enjoyed pranking people by poisoning them HAHA.