Omir had been the chief medicine man in his land where there had been an ethnocide of his people in progress for generations. There were new schemes being dreampt up by thier enemies who refused to revere thier way of life.
He tossed arrows over a sumfugation of dried bats brains asking Nana for a favor, the divine rage filling his essence with a tulment of divine nector.
What they had gathered from the Sekras they had adopted into thier own culture under varius names, the dieties were meant to protect them from the monsters that lurked in the shadows.
Omir had gone mad with his workings however, his magic had gotten dark, he had done so many favors for the people of his tribe. He was being told about some ridiculous non sense of Karma, it sounded like a great excuse to be a coward to him.
The rituals of his magical practices had become more dangerous, usung endtrails of the creatures he sacrificed in ways that were unsactioned, his timing of the proper allighnment of the planets had become inpecable.
Omir had a joint rolled the size of a babies leg, he mixed this with various other substances that he gathered such as frog venom along with a form of mutated cannibis. Omir had inside of a bottle a crude form of alcohol made of sugar cane and yeast, he was ready to manifest a hoard of negative energy into light etheral planes.
Storms had formed above him, cloud formations unlike anything that had been previously seen by anyone living and blood begin to rain down onto the land. The moutain he was on top of was called Anqad. This mountain loves us and we love it was the meaning behind the name.
The other people of the tribe had attempted to stop him, they even sent people to a near by land in hopes of bringing back someone that could stop the power of the beast this man created. He was attempting to create one of the most powerful genies ever created.
He had a lamp constructed for this purpose, the lamp was perhaps the most elaborate piece of work in metalurgy that was ever created.
The bottom part of the lamp was made of the finest onyx which had the most elaborate spell written uppn it. The body of it was composed of the purest gold and the top was composed of pure silver, the later two also having original writing written onto it. Omir had also created another vessel in a similar manner but had reversed the order of the composition of the various parts, the bottom being of silver and the top being of onyx.
Black clouds came out of nowhere, Omir taking a gulp of the hallucigenic, the effects immidiately taking hold of Omir filled his essence full of spiritual divinity.
The sky reflecting Omirs inner turmoil was filled with a magnetic electric field the likes of which had never been fathomed. Screams ensued from the clouds as a vortex appeared, entrapping the spirits so that they would be led into the lamp.
As this occured Omir danced around his sumfugation just as a medicine man from Greece arrived. Upon seeing the spectacle before him, instead of climbing the mountain, the man from Greece asked where the nearest tavern was.
The hoard of demonic energy descended into the first lamp only. It was at this point that a rift opened up in the sky, a cyclone appearing to grab Omir up into the rift itself, leaving the other lamp behind.
This is the story of the Omir and how he came to be in Ava's land.