Mummy Knows Best (Patreon)

 The ancient tomb stirred as the walls near the sealed entrance began to shake. A loud ringing sound echoed throughout the ancient walls, shaking the spider webs and causing dust and sand to spill onto the limestone ground. The smashing, scraping sound came from the regal entrance of the tomb. Each blow against the stone door boomed with thunderous strength, and after several minutes a large iron hammerhead came crashing though, exposing the stone structure to sunlight and fresh air for the first time in centuries. High-pitched, cackling laughter slipped through the small hole as another blow smashed apart more of the formerly pristine portal. With each blow more light seeped into the tomb, until a tall figure stood proudly in front of the door, blocking most of it. The sledgehammer fell to the ground with a loud thud as the man smirked with his cracked teeth. The man was dressed in a long, worn cloak. He tightened his fist, his dry, rotten tendons exhibiting a clearly unnatural strength. The tall and wiry figure looked unnaturally lean, with long lanky arms, thin spindly legs, and a stretched-out neck. Beneath the heavy leather cloak, the man was covered head to toe in thick ceremonial bandages, each inscribed with unholy symbols to grant him his inhuman strength and vitality. Two dried, blood-red eyes poked out between the bandages. To his right lay a large duffel bag filled with ancient, mystical trinkets and modern excavating tools. A hoarse laugh came through what remained of his dry, cracked lungs, as he excitedly dug through the bag. While the modern world paled in comparison to his own, he was rather fond of the many tools and devices that had been invented since then. He picked up a large square flashlight, turning it on with mad glee as the beam of light darted around the forgotten vault. His laughter grew even louder and prouder as he shined it at the center, seeing four separate sarcophagi. The tomb was decked with treasures of various sorts, long rotted fine cloth, and a shallow pit in the center of the room. He raised his arm in cheer, exposing his dried-out flesh to sunlight as he realized just how close he was to his goal. The head vizier to the Pharaoh, Inaros, was finally going to receive what he rightfullydeserved.