Fictional Race Biography
In ancient times, the Fomor were cast into the Dark Realm, a dimension beyond Otherworld / Avalon. In the 12th century, the Fomor finally returned to Otherworld and laid siege to it. Hearing tales of the 20th century Avengers from the time-travelling Black Knight / Dane Whitman, the wizard Amergin decided to bring the heroes to Avalon in order to help defeat the Fomor.
After fighting the Avengers, one of the Fomor, Bres was taken captive and detained in Project Pegasus headquarters in the 20th century. Bres began to use his powers to manipulate the staff at the Project: Pegasus facility, and caused a guard named Harry Winslow to die of heart failure. Bres also freed the mutant Solarr from his cell. Solarr hated Winslow, and when he found his corpse he incinerated it. Bres used his magic to animate the charred corpse, which killed Solarr. The Falcon, Iron Fist, and Guardsman fought Bres and were able to defeat his scheme to break free.
The rest of the Fomor continued to trouble the people of Avalon in a number of subsequent plots in the 20th century. Members of the Fomor aided Mordred the Evil and Morgan le Fay in a plot to take over and reshape Earth. The Fomor laid siege once more to Avalon, but were this time dispelled by Leir and Caber. Morgan Le Fay again recruited the Fomor to delay the Avengers in her pursuit of the Twilight Sword.
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