The Horus King has called the Sun God for help, but to escape the Lost Temple, they must face the Guardian: ‘Anubis’ Baptiste!
MODEL & EFFECTS CHANGES
- Bladed ankh staff with snake details
- Canine skull & spine headdress with gold details
- Ankh earrings
- Metal claws
- Gold arm cuffs
- Linen shendyt skirt with gold belt
- Canine leg bone armor
- Fearsome mummy shades with green & purple glowing ankh headpins crawl through scarab-infested sand
- Throws canopic jars filled with skittering scarabs for ‘Bad Mojo’ ability
ALTERNATE FATE LORE
PERMISSION TO PASS
The sealed tombs opened in glowing clouds of ancient, choking sand, skittering with scarabs. The Horus King and the Sun God raced through the mastaba toward the thin light of the temple’s entrance as the growls grew ever louder behind them. The temple door blazed into view, then darkened with the shape of the Guardian. A terrifying laugh echoed around them.
“You have entered the obelisk of the Temple of Ra,” called a mocking voice. “Now you must find your rest.”
The shape of the Guardian, Anubis, emerged. His mouth stretched into a smile under his wolf’s skull headdress.
“I am Ra himself,” said the Sun God. “I give permission for the Horus King to pass.”
“Permission is not yours to give,” hissed Anubis. “The king’s ancestors await.”
A growling horde of the mummified remains of the king’s fathers and grandfathers had overtaken them, pulling themselves along the floor with their glowing death-claws. The king sliced through them with his spear but more and more came. Anubis approached as the Sun God burned the mummies with arcane fire.
The king whirled, but before his spear could strike Anubis, the guardian’s claws dug into the king’s chest and wrapped around his heart. The king’s blood poured down as Anubis murmured, “Are you worthy of the Netherworld, Horus King? I will take the measure of your heart.”
The Horus King’s eyes rolled up into his head. As he sighed his last, he heard the melodic Verse of Ra’s Judgement guiding him into a blinding light.
And then, silence.
The king blinked awake. He laid in the warm sand outside of the temple. His body glowed with otherworldly fire. His people knelt before the radiant Sun God, whose palm laid over the king’s heart.
“I have healed you,” said the Sun God, “but you will carry Death inside of you for the rest of your life.”
“The guardian…” coughed the king. “Anubis…”
“He was tested by my judgement, and he failed. Now: take me to the Glass City.” The Sun God lifted the king onto his camel. “Together we will fight the Churn.”
The caravan moved on as the eerie laughter of Anubis was again swallowed by colorful dunes.
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