He couldn't believe he lost; years of practical knowledge. Years of learning every tell, still couldn't beat plain old luck. His brother had beaten him once again. So it was Ryme's job to excavate these planets for their seed. He didn't even fully believe that such a thing existed. Yet there had been confirmation of the seed on Earth. It was one of those coincidences that were too hard to ignore. Two completely different cultures focused on different aspects of society having the same legend. So Ryme and his brother had gone off searching for answers. His brother was enacting their plan on earth, Ryme on the ship. Luckily the ship had an auto pilot, that way Ryme slept and trained on his schedule. He was living in the sun cycle of whatever planet he was going to excavate next. He found it easier to work with than against the planet. Not that he wasn't capable of handling some of the deadlier things to the lower species.

The most upsetting part of the tales of the tree was this first clue, so many had come to this planet. All looking for a sign to the next so they could find the tree of might's seed. Whether it was to gain power or cure a loved one, everyone had their aspirations of greatness. For the brother it was about power, plain and simple. He knew that none of the heroes on earth would research into a tale like this. So he had the advantage of the best eyes. He had come to the same simple conclusion that everyone had...that something was missing. That is undoubtedly what they needed residing in the permanent sandstorm in the center of the valley. Rather than consult his brother on what seemed like a simple solution Ryme would travel to the center of the valley. He had prepared as best he could, carrying water, and small hyper-dense nutritious bars.

Ryme still felt trepidation about going forward to find the next planet. As he descended into a sand hell he'd see that he wasn't the first with this idea. As humanoid bodies littered the main hall with a variety of different styled breathing apparatus. Ryme would continue down sand scratching in vain at his bio armor as he pressed passed the bodies. There was a structure that he could barely make outlines of against the perpetual sandstorm. He'd struggle on in that direction making it to the bottom door of the structure. Once he arrived inside the first doorway it would slowly close and a pressure stabilizer would activate. This place seemed to be made for earthlings like humanoids.

On Ryme it had little effect as he waited for the process to be completed. Once he was deemed clean he'd walk through the ghostly temple. The knowledge storage was very well kept, and everything seemed to be in pristine condition. The only thing they had failed to predict was the power of the storm to come to their knowledge center. It wouldn't take much digging for Ryme to figure out this wasn't the planet he was looking for and that the original priests here had a guess where that might be. Which would be good enough for Ryme on his first day. After all, this would be the first time he could train without his brother. It also meant that his brother would continue to surpass him in power on Earth so Ryme had to encourage himself. He could feel that slow tug pulling back at him from childhood. His father's deprecating voice bounced in his ear.

He'd leave the area to go back to his ship so he could set off for the next planet. They were ready and willing to do what was needed for power, for true might.

WC: 634

PL weighted: 6,663 (Base: 22,211)

Items
Super weighted clothing