Once I rode over these fields as lord and master to my people. The land was ours as far as the swiftest horse could ride in a three day run all around. When the fierce ones came from the north, I was ready for their savagery and beat them soundly. When the Greenskins sought to despoil our lands, I drove them back. There was no tree I didn't know, no rock I hadn't trod over. My people prospered and so did I. All things wax and wane in time, my beard grew long and grey and I lay to rest, content that my people would be well without me. And yet, I told them with my dying word that if they or the land have need of me, I would return.
My people are gone now. The land has changed beyond my recognition. I do not know these fields, these trees, only the rocks of my tomb remain as they were. But the fierce ones still come from the north and there are still Greenskins to be driven forth and I find that I have no mercy left in me for those that have disturbed my rest.
— Sharu, Barrow King, Warhammer
In the before, they are all rich men - merchants, nobles, and priests - living fine lives in the golden age of the Land of Pharaohs. But death is blind to wealth. These men of affluence obsess over immortality and afterlife access. Their coin buys potent rituals: something goes horribly right; something goes wonderfully wrong. A bizarre accident- the spark of life hibernates within their mummified husks. Time passes, first in years, then in decades. Their souls rebuild- spirits ever-living, flesh ever-dead. They open their shrivelled eyes: oh, the shock; oh, the best-laid plans.
They stumble from their tombs like emerging cicadas who find they have no wings. They are strangers in a strange land. But they find one another, and these men of pragmatism accept their cadaverous existence: they are men of talent, now united; why should they lower their standard of living in this Afterlife? Their mouths decay into smiles. They gather their funerary treasures, and the forbidden relics of other tombs. Wealthy once more, they hide from the living and form a decadent underworld...