Patriarch Otis Demasi

Last heir to his family name and descendent of the people of Oeridian. He has traveled a great distance to get to Greyhawk from his homeland in Gamora in a small village called Vlekstaad. The only reason for leaving his homeland, besides the slaughter of his family at the hands of dirty orc's and goblin's was a calling from a higher power. This calling came in the form of dreams, recurring but always different. The first one was the most intense, I was plunged into the middle of a vicious battle between countless soldiers. At first glance I notice an infinite void of cubed landscapes, some larger some small all filled with forts and battle. I then noticed, off in the distance on the cube I stand on, a large being gray skinned, with six-arms bearing two large tusks jutting from its lower jaw wearing armor clad with skulls. He wielded a weapon in each hand: a spiked flail, a battle axe, a battle pick, a longsword, a mace, and a falchion. The large being was tearing through the legions with ease. I was over flowing with courage at the sight of this being easily dispatching his enemies as if they were nothing. I was beside myself with awe, suddenly taken out of my stupor by a wild swing from a mace, I fought back crushing my attacker with one fell swing. I started making my way towards the large six armed being taking out anyone who got in my way. As I near my destination time seems to slow around me, the raging battle begins to go silent and the large gray creature turns to me and changes into an athletic young male, with dark hair and light skin. He rests his hand on my shoulder and gives me a look of approval and praises me for my work on the battle field. Other dreams I have with similar beginnings almost always end with him choosing me as his champion in a brawl or praising me for my aptitude in battle. Whenever I have these dreams I always awaken feeling energized and unstoppable along with an urge to travel to somewhere where I can continue the great battle in my Idols name.