guardian-sword-jumping1The following is a brief overview of the history behind the comic book that I will be working with my brother in law, Nick Perkins (his link is here on this blog). I will be posting some more as time goes on…
Setting: The world of Kahonchi, in the great city of Arunhi
Basic Plot:
The world of Kahonchi, eons ago, was fought over by the Ancients, three powerful races. The Harakul, massive, powerful beasts. The Rakyr, swift and deadly fighters. The Elethar, mystical beings with immense magical powers. These three races had battled each other for centuries, and their hatred ran deep. In the wake of their destruction, a meager race known as Humans struggled to survive.
When the war between the Ancients had brought the humans to the brink of destruction, they developed a plan to seal them away, saving them from annihilation. They prepared a trap, which the Ancients fell into, in which they were sealed away into three stone monuments, the Everstones. The Ancients were trapped, and Kahonchi was safe. To ensure, though, that the Ancients would never escape, the humans provided The Guardian.
From the noble Koteki, mightiest of all the human tribes, the Beloved Hero, Adanhi, swore an oath to forever watch over the Everstones. Into a fourth monument, the Sentinelstone, Adanhi’s spirit was cast, and he was endowed with powers from the other great warriors of the other tribes. For eternity, his spirit would remain in the Sentinelstone, maintaining the seal on the Everstones.
Millenia passed. The human civilization flourished. They developed far beyond tribes, but left behind their old knowledge. In time, the magical powers they once held faded and were gone. The Everstones and the Sentinelstone were forgotten, mountains and forests, rivers and hills, were formed over and around them. On that ancient burial ground, a majestic city was built. Arunhi, throne of Kahonchi.
Only the spirit of the Guardian knew of the past.
As time passed on, though, the Sentinelstone grew weak. The Guardian could feel his powers ebbing away, and so he devised a plan to preserve the seal. It was a risky one, but it was all he could do. He would remove his spirit from the Sentinelstone, and cast it into a mortal frame. From there, he would be able to repair the Sentinelstone. The problem was that it would leave the Sentinelstone unnoccupied, and the Everstones unwatched. If the repairs were not made with haste, the Ancients would be able to escape from their prisons. Still, there was no other choice.
The Guardian’s spirit was removed from the Sentinelstone, and cast into a mortal body that he sensed was most suitable for his mighty spirit.
Unfortunately, that mortal body was an infant.
In such a state, the Guardian could not act as he intended. His spirit was trapped in a body that, although it had the spiritual capacity to hold his powers, was frail, and vulnerable. The Guardian realized, too late, that he would have to wait until this body had grown and matured. In the meantime, the Guardian spirit would remain dormant, awaiting the day that he could use his full powers.
Years passed, but as the infant grew into a boy, the dormant Guardian spirit slowly faded into the background, until, by the time the boy was eight years of age, the spirit was completely hidden behind that boy’s natural spirit. He grew up with no knowledge of his powers as the Guardian. He grew up as Mark Abrahms, an ordinary boy, in the great city of Arunhi.
Where the Guardian’s powers were suppressed, the ancient powers that once were began to return.
The Sentinelstone left unoccupied by the Guardian, The rest of the powers within it began to flow back into the world around it. The powers of the ancient tribes began to return, and Arunhi became alive with magical powers. Certain individuals, descendants of the great tribes of old, had powers rekindled in their blood. Old artifacts regained their ancient magics. Long forgotten creatures, began to stalk the jungles around Arunhi once again.
Worst of all, bit by bit, the Ancients began to escape their prisons, and influence the world again…
-Scott Krammer



