Relics Trilogy Character-E’Umae

E’Umae began as Umae. I added a change to her name to express more of where she’s from. Her family comes from an Abeni background. Desert, nomadic type people; kinda Middle Eastern. Her family came to the western part of Nanthara to try and better their status, and it is here where E’Umae began taking interest in studies some considered almost forbidden: to be a mage.

E’Umae is a quite beautiful late teen female: strong willed, forthright, forceful, and at times bossy. An unfortunate incident at her mage school forced her to become more judgmental and distrusting of others. Before she fled the school, she came across teachings and writings about the prophecies. This was her fuel to pursue her endeavors as well as this unusual desire to delve further into the ancient and all but forgotten writings. During her travels, the horrors of war bring about a change. She has had faith in Sovereign, and her relationship with Courtar helps to enhance it. Although Courtar is taken by her beauty early on, he comes to realize that his relationship with her is more brother-sister than boyfriend-girlfriend.

E’Umae also hoped that one day she would be lucky enough to find love. Yet she didnt’ expect to find it during the darkest times of Nanthara’s history, in the most unlikely of places, and with the most unlikely of people: Prince James Mhoren. Her presence helps add spice to the alliance, especially with Courtar. The story is unique in that it shows, from E’Umae’s viewpoint, that no matter what you go through, God places people in your life to help you. All the characters in the alliance help her out in differing ways, thus encouraging her to continue on and fulfill her destiny. Join me next time. God bless.

Relics Trilogy-Races-Dwergen

After doing some modifications to my storyline, I figured it best to discuss some of the more unique races that will be experienced in Nanthara.

Dwergen: This is probably the most unique race thus far. In ages past, before many of the races were established on Nanthara, a natural disaster created a situation whereupon a small contingent of Alkani and Dwarves had to coexist, and breed, in order to survive. The new race of Dwergen, a mixbreed, resulted. Many of the purebloods of both original races did not accept the mixing of their species and journeyed out on their own to survive and continue their “untainted” societies. Unfortunately, the Dwarves became extinct, failing to adjust to the catastrophic changes that occurred to their natural habitat.

The Alkani faired little better, but enough of them escaped the confines of Nanthara to venture across great seas to other continents where pure races of the Alkani still thrived. It wasn’t until countless years later that the Alkani ventured forth to reestablish a new home on Nanthara. And they did with wondrous success.

Little did they know, but the “tainted race” of Dwergens had already established a thriving culture underground. Being of Alkani and Dwarven blood, the Dwergen were able to create limited subterranean forests among the typical wondrous stonework of Dwarven architecture; the best of both worlds. The Dwergen stand taller than Dwarves, but a tad shorter than Alkani. They carry a thick build, great strength, and amazing endurance. Dwergen are not as agile as Alkani, but are formidable enough to catch many opponents off guard. Their long haired beards are soft, like the hair on their heads, and both seem to maintain a matching length, unlike the coarse hair of a Dwarf. In their beards, they typically weave gold rings and golden trinkets of family heirlooms, personal treasures, and the like. Their hair carries various hues of auburn with slanted emerald, topaz, or sapphire eyes.

Their names are a combination of Dwarf and Alkani. The first name is Dwarven while the last name is part Dwarf and part Alkani. The first part of the last name reveals where the Dwergen’s family is from. The second part is Alkani and represents a word dealing with nature. Thus, Boren’s full name is Boren Dak-Lionil, (Boren, north, Alkani word for stormbringer). Another example would be Ghanrik Denek-Kiejfuril (Ghanrik, east, stone forest).

I hope you enjoyed this little explanation. In upcoming blogs, I will be describing the Alkaniens and the Nivvicks, and some of the more common human races.

The Relics of Nanthara: The Secrets Revealed

Hey all, this is an excerpt from Book 1. It is part of Chapter 1. Let me know what you think.

CHAPTER 1:

AN ODD FRIENDSHIP

Courtar clutched his precious leather-bound journal tightly to his chest with his right arm while emphasizing points with his left arm—as defiantly as an adolescent cleric could against an such argumentative crowd. A light rain had soaked the town for hours while Courtar spoke under gray skies. Some cast disbelieving smirks and rude chortles while others masked with angered expressions and irate jeers unsteadied Courtar’s position atop the small stack of crates that served as his podium next to a white washed dry goods store.

“All I’m saying is that this stuff is real. I’ve researched it. You must listen to me. For your own safety, for everyone’s future,” Courtar said.

Disturbed grumbles continued as curses were uttered back. Several groups of people began muttering within their own closed circles while Courtar gulped, his breathing shallowed, his palms moistened.

“And how do you know all this?” one man dressed in sawdust-covered clothes yelled. “Are you clairvoyant?” The comment drew laughter from the gathered crowd.

“Maybe he’s an all-seeing mage!” said a woman in a stained, brown plaid commoner’s dress and unkempt hair that frayed in various directions.

Courtar drew a slow breath. “I’ve been researching this for months now. I’ve found truth in more than one book that reinforces what the prophecies say. If something is not done, we will all perish.”

“They say mages don’t bleed. Cut him and see,” said the first man again. More laughter rippled across the crowd.

“If you believe so much in this coming prophecy, then show us in that book of yours,” said a short, hefty woman, pointing to Courtar’s journal. Others agreed with vocal outbursts, sending unpleasant glances toward his notebook. Courtar gripped the journal tighter.

“What’s in my book I already have shared with you.”

Several irate patrons began stepping toward Courtar with what he perceived were threatening gestures. He attempted to take a step back, yet he forgot where he stood; he was stuck. Out of the corner of his eye, Courtar spied movement. He turned his head in time to see a man in a red tattered sack coat, wielding a large knife. Courtar couldn’t tell if the blade’s browned stains were rust or dried blood. The man cracked a frightful grin that shown the large gap in his front teeth.

“I’m tired of ya speakin’ ‘bout all this prophecy junk. How’s ‘bout I cut ya a new smile, boy,” he said while slashing the air with his polished blade.

Courtar rubbed a nervous hand through his damp dirty blond frazzled hair. He was pleased that nobody could see the sweat running down his back and legs underneath his green homespun tunic and brown pants. For a moment, he was sure he saw his iron cross that hung from a leather strap around his neck bounce with his heartbeat. “Sir, I mean no harm. But time is against us. The darkness will be here sooner than you think.”

Courtar paused then thought out loud. “Or is it already here?”

The man failed to stop as he took slow steps forward brandishing his knife while Courtar noticed several others moving forward with clubs and clenched fists.

“Sovereign, I need your help,” Courtar whispered. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited.

The disgruntled citizens were about a jump away from the crate when a rumbling growl caught almost everyone’s attention from the back of the crowd. A disruptive murmur rippled through the mob from the back to the front as the mass stirred.

Courtar, his heart racing, looked up after opening his eyes to see a giant rift parting the crowd. Silence befell those gathered. At the pinnacle of the separation stood a burly armored Dwergen. A large scar cut diagonally from the Dwergen’s upper left eye to his lower right chin, revealing his malformed upper lip and nose. His beard, filled with golden rings and charm-like trinkets intertwined through the soft hair, covered his face well, allowing only his ruddy complexion and sharp nose to be exposed. His dark auburn beard and hair hung down in matching length just above his black leather belt. Regardless of his unique appearance, it did little to hide the aroma of dirt and stale ale that lingered about him.

The Dwergen’s left hand tugged on his ornament laden beard as his slanted emerald eyes scanned the situation. Courtar could see the Dwergen’s white knuckled grip on the broad shaft of a heavy weapon resembling a cross between a battleaxe and a warhammer propped against his right shoulder, the metallic edges gleaming from the morning sunlight piercing through the surrounding forest.

Courtar could hear the surprised whispers of the crowd staring at the rare sight of this being. Clubs were put aside and clenched fists eased open. Courtar stood a bit straighter as the Dwergen walked forward, casting stern glares at the crowd as he passed before stopping in front of him. The Dwergen looked the cleric up and down with a grunt before turning toward the mob with a determined scowl.

“It’s best if you leave this lad alone. He speaks of religious teachin’s and is doin’ what his heart tells him is right.”

The man in the tattered red coat sneered at the Dwergen, his knife still clutched in his hand. “We don’t need hearin’ that sort of junk. And ya best scat if ya know what’s good for ya, you freak.”

“Shut yer mouth, Ergen,” said the short heavy woman through clenched teeth. “Can’t yer dumb eyes sees that’s a Dwergen.”

“I don’t care a bit,” Ergen said. He took a step forward, brandishing his knife, when the Dwergen spun around with the flat of his raxan blade and smacked Ergen on his shoulder, sending the ill-tempered patron flying into the side of the dry goods store with a crash. Ergen crumpled into the mud in a silent heap.

The Dwergen spun around with a snarl and his raxan in a two fisted grip, the gold trinkets glimmering in the morning sun. “Any other maggot feelin’ itchy?”

Courtar watched in amazement as the crowd backed away. The Dwergen looked over his shoulder at the cleric.

“Best if you leave with me, laddie. This town doesn’t seem to take to yer words very kindly.”

Courtar sighed as he stepped down off the crates. “Thank you.” He picked up his backpack lying in front of his makeshift stage, slung it over his shoulder, and hurried after the Dwergen, who already had a head start trudging down the muddy road.

With his journal in hand, he scooted up next to the Dwergen who trudged northward at a steady pace. “My thanks again, sir.”

The Dwergen cast an unemotional glance at the cleric. “Yer welcome.”

Courtar held out a damp hand. “I’m Courtar.”

The Dwergen reached around with his thick deeply etched left hand and grasped Courtar’s softer grip.

“Boren.”

“Y-you are a, a . . .”

“Dwergen,” Boren said, looking forward.

“W-What are you doing out here?”

“Lookin’ fer somethin’ that belongs to me.”

Several silent moments passed with only the cling-clang echo of bobbling equipment before Courtar looked to Boren. “Uhm, you didn’t say what you were looking for.”

The Dwergen kept facing forward, trudging along the wooded trail as the town faded behind a curtain of trees. “I know.”

“If you told me, I might be able to help you find it.”

“It’s a personal journey, laddie. Somethin’ of my family long lost since our war with the foulskin two eras gone.”

Courtar’s head wrinkled in thought. “Two eras—that was at least over three hundred years ago.”

“Aye. And I mean to find it, or die tryin’.”

“You seem quite determined to find this thing, huh?”

Boren looked askance at Courtar. “Just as determined and passionate as you were defendin’ yer belief on them prophecies.”

A sheepish grin stroked Courtar’s lips. “Oh, you heard me talking?”

“Aye, I did.” Boren stopped and faced Courtar with his hands propped on his hips. “And what is a young human cleric wanderin’ alone blabberin’ about prophecies to the point of almost gettin’ killed?”

Courtar turned and continued walking, leaving Boren standing alone. “It’s something I have to do.”

“Called? Did you receive a message from a raven or courier?” Boren asked as he hurried to catch up. “Or were you provoked?”

Courtar stopped and spun to face Boren, heat rising from underneath his tunic. “I did this on my own. They wouldn’t let me, wouldn’t believe me. They have never believed in me. Always a slave. Do this, do that. Clean this, polish that. Study, study, study.”

Boren stood with arms folded, his head cocked with a smirk.

Courtar sighed. “It’s hard to explain. In my studies back at Temple Sovereign in Aldor, I ran across writings on the prophecy in a secluded portion of the library. I ended up finding more material on the matter, but they barely touched on the subject. More like legend or fireside myth, or so I thought. And then . . . then this burning deep in my gut kept pushing me to seek what I felt. And, well, two months later, here I am.”

“This trek yer on is personal as well as destiny,” Boren said. Courtar nodded. “So, you believe the prophecies to be true?”

“With all my heart. What about you?”

“From what I’ve seen, I know that thin’s are gettin’ worse. No matter. If dark-

ness is ready to fall upon us, foulskin will be close behind. The way I see it, I’ll just wait until they show their filthy heads, so I can have fun cleavin’ ’em off!” Boren said with bulging eyes, seemingly hungry to enter a bloody battle at a moment’s notice.

“Yeah, but won’t that be kinda, messy?”

“And yer point is?”

Courtar grinned at his bearded companion and swatted his hand. “Nevermind.”

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Relics Trilogy Character Study- Boren

Boren, Boren, Boren. This guy is definitely not ‘borin’. He comes across as your typical stalwart Dwergen, with a scarred countenance and a tough disposition garnered from his trials and lifestyle. But like most characters in this book, he has suffered loss. Loss that has sent him across Nanthara on his own pilgrimage that eventually brings him together with the main character, Courtar. Actually, if Boren had not showed up, Courtar would have been dead before the first chapter finished.

Boren is the tank of ‘The Chosen’, the group destined by prophecy to hopefully take the proper road to banish the onset of the Dark Days and defeat Apollodan, the Dark One. Boren can take a hit and keep fighting, like the energizer bunny. But within this tough warrior exterior is a fatherly warmth that helps comfort the younger members while serving as a disciplined thorn in Azin’s side.

Boren, although just and fair, is a racist. He hates Alkanien, all kinds, and is not ashamed to let others know. But honor, courage, and proving one’s self can help offset his views on the surface woodland dwellers. Boren would love nothing better than to be back in his home under the Iron Cap Mountains, but events have caused him to dwell on the surface and seek out a long lost treasure. This journey pulls him into joining the chosen.

His reckless methods and desire for combat, at times, have to be put in check for a more peaceful avenue…against his will, of course. I think the most enjoyable part of the book is watching Boren and Azin interact. Unpredictable, volatile, comical, but in the end, always supportive when need be. Like he’s almost putting up with the most disruptive, irritating, rude friend one could have. Most folks that have read Book 1 have said that their relationship is one of their favorite parts. That’s all for now. Next, we’ll look at Courtar, the main character.

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Relics Trilogy Character Study-Azin

My God, where do I start with this guy? So far, from all the positive feedback I’ve received, Azin is the most liked character in the story. Confrontational, argumentative, opinionated, drunkard, womanizer, selfish, greedy, atheist. Then again, what do you expect from an outcast Alkanien assassin? The funny thing is that he doesn’t quite fit the mold of a typical assassin. He has a family and he has a heart. Although he struggles not to show that he cares about things…he does.

His involvement in searching out the relics and the ancient scrolls happened because of his heart. With his disapproval of the dark path his government was taking, the murdering of Azin’s family due to his disobedience pushes him into his destiny. Running for his life, his learned skills allow him to survive until he is swept up into the drama by meeting Courtar and Boren. Needless to say, they found Azin drunk and in jail. Go figure.

But his struggle with life is what I like, besides his constant confrontations and bickering with Boren (a Dwergen). With all the hardships Azin has gone through, Courtar attempts to show him that he has purpose, and he does care about things. You catch glimpses of this fact in Book 1 and especially as it comes to fruition in Book 2.

His relationship with Boren is the most amusing and most fun to follow, I think. There is more than one time when these two antagonists bear arms against each other with death as the expected outcome. Yes, Dwergens and Alkani hate each other. In Nanthara, very few are tolerable of each other’s presence. But it serves as just another bit of spice to keep conflict present. With Boren pestering him on one end, Courtar (a cleric) preaching to him on the other, and being surrounded by several paladins, a monk, and an irritable female teen mage, it does nothing but add to the fun, and his agony.

Regardless of the circumstances, Azin is a very lethal foe and a worthy ally. The interesting thing about Azin is that it shows how God can select anyone, no matter your background, to serve a higher purpose and be a blessing. Next, we’ll talk about Boren. Take care.

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Why The Relics of Nanthara?

Good question. Bascially, I wanted to write something in the fantasy genre that can cater to the young adult and older with a great story line and a Christian message to boot. Yes, it’s a ministry, but I didn’t want to sugar coat the realities of life, especially in times of war. Those times can be very trying, disheartening, and bloody, so I made sure to include enough description to show how nasty combat and evil the “dark armies” can be without making it so graphic that one would be scared to share it with others.

I was tired of all the love stories and romance stuff out there, and I was hard pressed to find things that carried a Lord of the Rings theme. With the few things already out there, and their limited acceptance, I decided to venture forth and write something myself. The characters are fun, entertaining, and believable. The adventure itself is a cross between Indiana Jones’ adventures of seeking lost relics and LOTR fantasy setting.

The Relics is a trilogy, of which I’ve finished book 1: The Secrets Revealed. Book 2: Sacrifice of Heroes is ready for editing, and Book 3: Dawn of the Apocalypse, is in its planning stages. There is laughter, crazy antics, sadness, anger, bewilderment, and excitement within these stories that should keep one turning pages.

So far, feedback seems positive, even from those that normally don’t dwell in that genre. Not too bad for a novice author. God has blessed me with this talent, and it is up to me to use it and reach others with tireless entertaining story lines that will last for generations.

Take care,

Nick

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