Who is Ganhook?


I know a dark secret that connects Ganhook to the family curse. But when I uncovered this secret, I swore to him I would keep it to myself.

For now!

Besides, he’s kind of like a friend of the family. Whenever a member of the Keyes family enters Dunari, he’s their handler.

He’s also a key figure in the Imperator’s inner circle, a magician, and a historian. He claims to be many other things, too. I am doubtful. There’s only so much knowledge anyone can stuff into their head.

What I do know is that he’s over two hundred years old, has a talking beard, and snores loudly at night. Whenever he drinks Algoth wine, he refers to me as his ‘child.’

I don’t mind.

I suppose I am somehow his child. From the time I passed through the gateway, until I ventured out of his compound six years later to make my way in the world, he clothed me, fed me, educated me, and made sure I didn’t die by any of the countless ways there are here to die.

Ganhook’s compound is constructed over one of the sixteen bone relics. It’s surrounded by double walls to trap any mischievous or loose spells getting in. An invisible dome spell protects it from above. And the buildings within it, and all the chambers and tunnels beneath it, are designed to react against any unwanted visitors.

There’s the skeleton of a monster half trapped in the spell dome. An assassin monster. Ganhook calls it Tam, after the enemy who sent it to kill him. The monster’s bony legs poke high from the dome. Sometimes, for dares, the local kids toss old boots up there, laces tied, hoping to snare them on Tam’s feet.

Whenever this happens, Ganhook recovers the boots, arms them with a tracking spell, and sends them off to ‘kick the pants off’ the one who last handled them.

The real power of the place comes from the bone relic.

I still don’t know much about that.

While Ganhook has influenced me, I’ve influenced him, too. After one trip back through the gateway, I returned with a copy of The Lord of the Rings. Up until then, Ganhook always wore strict navy clothes. After reading the book, he took to wearing a long, grey robe, and grew his beard longer.

It set a trend among the mage community. Soon they were all wearing grey robes and long beards. It got so bad that the Imperator passed a law that only senior mages could dress like that.

I also brought him back an Iron Maiden ‘Number of the Beast’ t-shirt. He only wears this at home, though.