Ok, I am done preparing my rpg, I have everything ready now except confirmation that I can get enough interest in it to start.
It takes place in Northern Khemri, in one of the few inhabited areas, near the region known as Araby. An embassy researcher took an expidition to the famed Prince Korhantop's Pyramid, wherein the following happened:
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The room glittered as their flickering torches cast light upon the piles of gold and silver. Coins, trinkets, and jewelry all littered the floor of the massive room. A high domed ceiling met four circular pillars, each with unlit torches waiting in rusty brackets. The eyes of the four adventurers lit with greed and awe as they were drawn to the massive stone sarcophagus in the center of the room.
“This is it Jacob, the Prince’s Tomb”, the lead man of the group spoke. He started to move forward but a hand fell on his shoulder to stop him.
“Carefully Hanz, there may still be traps in here, I don’t want to lose anyone else”, Jacob told him. The thoughts of the three Imperials turned to Alicia and Erik, as their guide moved slowly around the room, looking for tripping switches.
Eventually Achmed turned to them, “I see no traps here, but exercise caution”, speaking to them in his thickly accented Riekspiel.
The three moved to the sarcophagus, and as they reached it, Jacob was flanked by Hanz and Richter. Jacob’s hands began to brush away at the dust, slowly revealing a hieroglyphic inscription.
“And… he shall… come for whosoever… disturbs… the rest of… Prince Korhantop”, Jacob read slowly as he traced his fingers across the carvings. The researcher adjusted his glasses with his second finger, looking up for a moment, “it seems to be a reference to the god of the underworld.”
“Whatever”, Richter said as he looked at the stone lid, “hand me a prybar Hanz, we should say hello to the dear Prince.”
“That is not a good idea”, the guide warned, “He will curse you to a death worse than any you could ever imagine.”
“The warning says that if we wake him up we will die”, Hanz said as he handed the tool to his partner. “If you haven’t noticed, no one has been in here for centuries; this prince is very, very dead.”
Richter looked to Jacob for a moment, a simple nod was the researcher’s reply and Richter smiled as he positioned the iron bar. Hanz moved to help and together the two men lifted the corner of the lid. The grinding of stone on stone accompanied the slight movement; as well as the blast of air escaping from the long-sealed casket, ripe with the pungent aroma of preservatives, mildew and rotting flesh. A few more minutes of pushing the stone slab caused the ingenious design to kick in, the slab moving easily to an angle that revealed the golden trappings of the mummified prince.
“Look how excellently preserved the flesh is, this is remarkable”, the academy researcher said as he stared at the mummy’s face.
“Rich little bugger too”, Richter said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes scanning the headdress and other trinkets that adorned the dead prince.
“The amulet has glyphs on it Jacob.”
“So it does”, the researcher said as he leaned closer, his fingers tentatively taking hold of the gold disk. As he lifted it up, the chain that held it fell apart, leaving the disk freely in his grasp. He examined it for a second and then began going through his bags. He brought out a notebook as he sat down against the tomb’s side.
“This may take a few minutes, go ahead and find what you want from the treasure piles.”
“Aha! Now that’s what I’m talking about”, Hanz proclaimed loudly as he moved to the nearest pile, beginning to sift through it even more loudly. Richter followed suit soon after, while Achmed once again voiced his unease at the situation.
“There is nothing to worry about, these warnings are only meant to scare off grave robbers, but that only works if you believe the superstition”, the researcher said coolly as he compared his notes to the medallion. Richter and Hanz continued their loud act and their guide fell silent.
As he flipped through the pages he could hear the voice of their guide piping up again, this time though it was a long string of words in his native tongue.
Jacob was about to say something when he noticed that Hanz and Richter had both fallen silent. He looked to Hanz and say in the big man’s eyes a fear that he didn’t think could ever have appeared there. The researcher followed the gaze of his friend to the edge of the tomb above his head, where a decaying bandaged hand rested. With a yelp he moved away from the stone box quickly, so that he could now see the prince’s body sitting up, an unearthly yellow light glowing in his empty eye sockets.
“By Sigmar…” the researcher gasped as the mummy looked directly at him, or more specifically, the amulet in his right hand.
“Let’s get out of here”, Hanz yelled as he rushed toward the exit, grabbing Jacob’s arm as he passed the dumbfounded researcher. The guide ran after them still muttering in his own language, followed quite quickly by Richter. As they ran, the walls echoed with a terrible voice yelling after them in an archaic tongue. Ahead they could hear the grinding of stone, emanating from the barracks they had passed on their way in. As the entered the cavernous chamber, the torches all lit themselves as one, revealing the shambling form of gold-armoured skeletons moving towards them from both sides.
Achmed passed them as passed into the next hallway, once again the sound of grinding stone was before them, but now behind the clinking of bone and metal followed them.
“The tunnel is closing!!!” Hanz yelled as their torchlight revealed a stone slab grinding down over the next portal. Their guide ducked underneath it and turned around, grabbing the descending edge and attempting to slow it, to no avail. Hanz bodily threw Jacob under the slab and grabbed the edge of the falling door, lending his strength to the effort. Richter caught up to them and tossed his pack under the slab. As the stone continued to fall, the clink of bone and armour was drawing closer. Richter dove under and crawled back up on the other side, with barely an inch to spare.
“Hurry up Hanz!” Jacob yelled as Richter grabbed the stone slab, but still it continued to descend.
“I’ll never make it under now, just get out of here”, Hanz said as he released his grip on the door, an unnerving clam in his voice. The hiss of metal being drawn was barely audible over the clinking and grinding around them. Hanz turned back to the skeletons with his sword and dagger drawn.
“Come and get me you…”, but his voice was cut off by the rock slamming into place. Jacob slammed his fists against the stone in frustration.
“He always did have to be the hero…” Richter said dryly, “let’s get you and your research out of here, or all of their lives were wasted.”
Jacob punched the stone slab again as Richter grabbed his shoulder, dragging him off into the tunnels as the three of them ran for the exit that awaited them far beyond…
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I'm of course now looking for characters who would be willing to take a potentially dangerous job (not knowing how dangerous though, the back story is just there to give you an idea of what you will be getting yourself into). If you are interested please send to me via Palace PM your character.
I am looking for the submissions to have a well-composed background, a realistic personality, appearance and any other relevant information.
So please go ahead and create a character and submit!
