“A unique world in the tradition of Tolkien.”
“A tale well told with harrowing chases, writing that paints pictures in your head, characters that you truly care about and a plot full of twists that keep you turning the page.” The Tolucan Times
In a dimly lit chamber with walls of rough-hewn stone, throaty gurgles and mumbles filled the room.
The damp walls of the chamber glistened as light from the lone torch flickered and danced about its uneven surface. A large brewing cauldron sat in the corner perched upon a steady fire, blanketing the chamber with its warmth.
Bomo hovered over the cauldron, lustfully stirring the top of the mucky contents with a long thin stick. He mumbled and gurgled alien spells in a crazed frenzy.
The world of Imen-Hera, was home to the Imen, who possessed great powers.
Once a powerful race, the Imen captured and dominated every nation and territory on the four landmasses of Atlantis until none were left.
War was a form of sport, and no one presented a challenge great enough for them. It wasn’t until they had reached the final conquest when a divine intervention personified as a messenger was sent by the Creation Force to offer an ultimatum.
The Imen were given a choice to set down their weapons forever in exchange for the gifts of healing and regain their spiritual powers. Most accepted this ultimatum and those who refused, perished as predicted.