A silent enigma and right-hand man to the most powerful leader in all of the ancient world. A character that truly personifies foreboding and a secretly powerful warrior; a secret that he keeps hidden to all until the time is right...

"It was a secret to all but Nomas the life he had lived before he became my most trusted aid, but I can imagine that it was not a life of luxury and privilege. There were scars all over Nomas' beaten soul, you could see it in his eyes. He was a quiet man, the kind of man who had been taught to be quiet by something terrible that had befallen him. As worrying as this tell-tale sign had been at first, I later learned to respect him, and I trusted him, I would never dream of asking anybody else to carry the Vector of Plagues for me on our retreat East."

"Oh how wrong I was. I reached the end of the narrow and long antechamber outside the Circle's inner sanctum and like a black-clad antihero of some old Western-novel, with the wind in his hair, the shadows and dust on his brow; Nomas hoved in to view between the entrance pillars of the antechamber."

"his form which was almost more shadow than human hinted very little of the sheer mass of energy that he was now emitting silently"