"In the moonlight, the figure of a giant mummy appears... Is he alive? Dead? Something in-between?! We may never know, which is probably for the best."
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.
Listen, sweetling. The whisper of antediluvian linen over sand-kissed stone... Not mere zombies, these are the ancient dead. Their bodies and souls have been dissected
, some vital parts removed, some new parts added. The cries of the unquiet dead echo between the rock faces, on occasion, but mostly it is silence, silence that desiccates sanity
. That is the sound of the mummies dwelling in the Valley of the Sun God.
A duality flowed within him like the Asian concept of yin and yang. Alex was modern, a skilled operative who could kick ass and take names against the best wetworks teams the world had to offer. But he was also
Menkaure, son of Kafre, son of Khufu. An ancient pharaoh who'd taken it upon himself to stand between humanity and the most terrible evil he'd encountered in all his long years. A king who'd made a pact with incalculable powers from far beyond the mortal realm for a chance to walk in Asar's footsteps and wield immortality as a weapon.