Battle Mage Hothor of the Mist

The legend of his daring was told across the Runiverse – well, in a few corners at least.
Few knew it first-hand.
An enigma.
Disappearing into the night, into the fog.

Thor of the Mist.
Mystery.
Where would he go, for so many moons? What called him? Where could he be found?
The sages didn't know. Nobody knew.
Unless.

Unless he was at the inn.
Ay, if he was near, he was at the inn – imbibing with his magic mug. It’s said to be bottomless.
Lucky travelers treated to battle tales.
Fables. Myths.

The headdress of the northern bear casts a shadow over all. It is never spoken of.
How far north had he gone?
The things he saw.
Deep in Cuckoo Land and the Psychic Leap.
He traversed The Wild.

Over the endless pints he shared, all the stories he told. He studied his passing companions.
He still had so much to learn.
He fought different battles these days.
A new frontier.

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