Solomen Stormwalker was playful child. He would often
sneak above the sands that hide the Lost City to chase
desert reptiles. The sun hurt Solomen's eyes but it
was a small price to pay if he could capture one of
the elusive sand creatures! The others didn't know
he traveled to the surface or they would never let him
come. They would bother him with details of wandering
monsters and ferocious sand storms. It was both of
those dangers that changed Solomen's life forever.
The young boy ran after a particularly fast orange
sand lizard. The beast eluded him at every turn!
Just as Solomen thought he had it trapped the thing
burrowed into the sand. The creature knew how to
survive in the desert and it sensed the coming storm.
Before the pale child knew what happened he was
engulfed in the sands of a violent wind storm. He was
tossed about for hours. Just when he had given hope a
human hand grasped his shoulder. Volamar, the high
cleric of Gorm had come to save him! He picked up the
exhausted Solomen and started walking back to the
entrance of the lost city. They had just touched foot
on the ancient stairs leading home when the storm
heightened it's intensity. The howling wind picked up
sand and debris and hurled them at it's prey. A large
sharp rock found a home in the priests neck. Solomen
screamed but could do nothing for Volamar. The holy
man only smiled and looked at the heavens before
laying totally still. The boy was forced to leave his
dead friend to be consumed by the sands.
Years later, Solomen, now a priest of Gorm himself
watched a new storm attack the surface world. The
cleric comes to the surface every day to maintain the
ancient statue of Gorm that stands oblivious to the
desert winds. The others now call him the Keeper.
He keeps the statue, the people, and the faith of Gorm
alive in the Lost City.
