The Lore of Battle Mage Homer of the Keep

Tis been me lot to travel from times afore, embarking upon Odysseys and quests, trials that’d freeze thy blood and unhinge thy bones.

Tis been me honor to visit yon Oracle and be inspired by the visage of me distant descendant who she foretold would ennoble the name of Homer as poet, bard, troubadour, and laureate. Be upon me the blessings of Nymphodoma that I may live up to the reputation of yon distant descendant. His exaltation of the family name being a goad to elevate this humble servant to deeds of glory.

Tis a name of such greatness it spans the centuries in vanquished trials most clever and ofttimes cruel. We of Homer have roamed the lands both far and wide. Me own exploits have taken this lost sinner to lands most unimaginable in diversity and splendor. None, save me skills in battle, honed to a fine point mind ye, have been me deliverance thus far. Tis to the detriment of me most noble foes should they underestimate me faithful companion Dweeb, he of the Dirt Rabbit race. Shalt I recount the occasion a fierce Skelton Lich Lord thought he able to carelessly brook our assault upon his noble person? Twas Dweeb put him to rights, a quick gnawing of his great toe bone put him to dancing a merry jig whilst I dispatched his head with the Dryad's Ear, spinning a blackthorn spell with vivacity. Inelegant would say some, swift justice says I.

Sore now doth me eye pierce the vail of prognostication and spy afar a new land fit to be conquered. Tis a land magical and mystical. Filled with wizards and Liches, towers and tunnels. Casting forth the call to all of heroic blood, lusting for deeds of renown and moment. How shalt one of the noble blood of Homer resist such a summons? It quickens the blood and livens the soul.

Resist I’ll not, but plunge full headlong a-blazing with the power of spell and spirit, with yon rabbit and rune of Mercury. Baring upon me foes such ferocity as to blast them back to the pits they spawned from, occasioning them the ability to requite their delivery slap by dashing the vixens who bore them to the abyss.

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