For twenty-six years Warrenk has waited. The night before the last battle, when the campfires of the northern invaders filled the plain at the base of Mt. Nebok, the sorcerer-king Darien Kaur called his cupbearer, young lieutenant Warrenk of the queens guard into his personal paillion. To Warrenks shock, Darien Kaur took the talisman from around his neck and hung it around Warrenks, charging the young lieutenant to protect the orb at all cost.
The talisman led Warrenk through the surrounding enemy camp and across the uncharted southern ocean to a small island inhabited by primitive natives. Then, whether it died or simply slept, Warrenk didn't know which, the light within the talisman dimmed. Though once possessed of a mysterious power and intelligence, it now seemed like a lifeless lump of metal and stone.
For twenty-six years Warrenk has lived among the natives, becoming one of them. His son is now eighteen years old. The Talisman, all but forgotten, resides in the bottom of an old sea chest in the corner of Warrenks hut. His life has become idyllic until one afternoon, returning from a fishing trip at a near-by reef, Warrenk sees a column of smoke above the village...
Thus begins book one of "The Talisman of Darien Kaur : Swordmaster Priest of Kaull"
