Raamsees had been traveling for days now in search of something that was thought to not even exist. It was a sort of treasure; you might even call it a long forgotten relic. But whatever it was, Raamsees was going to see to it that it was found and kept out of the wrong hands. Raamsees had been on the move for quite some time knowing very little about the history behind this treasure he so greatly looked for. The treasures name was called Romarist meaning "The Treasure of Sorrows." All he knew of its legend was there had been a great war long ago in this very desert between all that saught to keep peace and those who wanted to destroy it. It was believed that as this evil conquered kingdom after kingdom they would bury their treasure deep within the earth where no ordinary person would venture and no light would ever reach. This treasure was then greatly guarded with deadly traps and vile creatures of unimaginable numbers created with the sole purpose of stoping all who tried to claim its power.

To protect their treasure this evil crafted nine artifacts which were tainted with darkness in hopes of keeping no one man from succeeding in obtaining them and were in turn defended by the nine Keepers of Sorrows(Guardians).Although, if one man could surcome all this and locate all nine artifacts he would then be able and ready to pursue the treasure.

Raamsees continued on his search with great quickness but had not come to any signs of any artifacts.The heat of the sun was begining to beat down upon him with no showings of change. The wind was also blowing sending huge torents of sand crashing against his body. Raamsees stopped and looked at the clearly made footprints in the sand. "Look fresh!" he exclaimed as he stopped to listen for any chance of those who made them being near. He heard voices coming from just over the sand dunes in front of him. Not wanting to risk a fight, he looked for a means of escape. As he looked around, he saw a long dead tree about thirty feet away. He shifted into a hawk and preseeded in its direction. He anchored himself to the tree began watching this fellow and in his mind reasoning what he should do next.

Rallika has been wandering the desert since his so-called 'exile' was approved by the nobles of Lomedor. Rallika felt like killing the person who suggested the exile but decided that was better left undone. If he even tried to get near a noble, his bodyguards would kill Rallika outright. "Man, this armour is heavy. And hot! I should have gotten something a lot cooler... and flexible." His mind was set on making it back to civilisation in one piece, however that was easier said than done. He has had to fight bandits every day and take whatever food or water his failure of killers had on them. He despised the idea of scavenging but he had no choice. He saw a huge dune hill in front of him and sighed. Not more... He coughed and collapsed on the hot sand. He struggled to get his water flask out and have a drink. He swallowed a ton of water and put the flask away. It was nearly empty and a bit warm. Rallika gathered the strength to carry on and began traversing the dune hill.

Just as Rallika reached the top of the dune he lost his balance and fell backward, sliding down to the bottom. Sand flied all over his face and it stung his eyes, as did the blistering sun. His foot hit a jutting rock and sent Rallika flying forward. He tumbled down the last third of the dune and slammed flat on his back at the bottom. He rubbed his back as it hurt like hell. I may need to get my spine checked after this. If I make it back alive anyway. He got up and brushed the sand off his body with his hands. Then he thought he saw a hawk fly to a dead tree, as if it was hiding. Rallika rubbed his eyes but his armour singed his face. Never EVER do that again! The heat made him slightly hallucinate and he thought a human was in front of the tree. He shook his head at the thought and collapsed.