Swordmaster Priest of Kaull (The Talisman of Darien Kaur)

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 pavilion. To Warrenks shock, Darien Kaur took the Talisman from around his neck and hung it around Warrenk's, charging the young lieutenant to protect the orb at all costs.

The orb led Warrenk through the surrounding enemy hordes and eventually across the uncharted Southern ocean to a small island inhabited by primitive natives. Then, whether it died of exhaustion or simply slept, Warrenk didn't know which, the light within the Talisman dimmed. Though once posessed of 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 Warrenk's hut.

His life had become idyllic until, one afternoon, returning from a fishing trip to 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