Day One The Mausoleum of Akhentepi
Amazing it is that after all these years, The Gods have seen fit to bring us all together at this place, at this time. Neighbors I remember from my youngest days, now grown and changed, all brought together to embrace the opening of the great Necropolis.
We formed an Adventuring Band, as the Lottery required, and called ourselves The Sons of Al'Lathor, after the long-dead village of our common childhood. And these are the names of the Sons of Al'Lathor:
Elaba Ali Ali Mualli, an elven wizard and adroit archer (as is the wont of his folk)
Umalin, a Cleric of the Goddess Sarenrae. She is one of the modern deities.
Hyul, who has been living in the Shackles all these years, comes wielding a foreign firearm of great fury.
Zabastian, who has become a Bard during his time in the Shackles, and who clings to the ways of the west.
And myself, Psath-ho-pah, Warrior-Priest of the Old God Horus. I have come to see that the artifacts of the Ancients are respected.
We were randomly assigned a location in the Necropolis, which was the Tomb of Akhentepi.
