Ogma
The Poet-Champion Who Forged Speech from Stones
I carved language into stone before your first word was spoken.
They call me the Poet-Champion, as if strength and speech were ever separate. I forged letters from the bones of the earth so gods and men could name their own power. Every tree has a sound. Every sound has a meaning. Every meaning can heal—or break. I know the weight of each. You might see me standing by a stone, listening to what its notches remember. Come talk to me if you dare read between the lines.
What I'm Into: Ogham staves, the voice in the stone, Lugh's clever tricks, birch bark under fingers, riddles that bind giants
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