Becoming
As I wandered the land, lost and alone, I stumbled upon a vicious pack of Kresh.
As I tried to flee, the pack of vile wolves ruthlessly started to hunt me, tearing at my heels. Just as I thought my life was forfeit, a being appeared surrounded in yellow flame, eyes glowing red. He called down the blistering rays of the sun, blinding the wolves. He then called forth a deadly rotting mold on the wolves causing their flesh to decay and fall from their bones. As the last pain-filled whimper faded from the air, the strange one knelt beside each foul corpse and as I watched transfixed, a shimmering glow passed from the lifeless bodies to the dark one. He stood and turned towards me. I gazed upon him, filled with awe at the power emanating from deep within his eyes. Then came the deep, verboding voice, "Don't be afraid. You are not my enemy."
And I knew I was not in danger. He turned and started to leave, pausing only to beckon me to follow him and I complied, my curiousity growing with every step. He suddenly disappeared and in moments a silvery rope appeared before me. I stared in bewilderment when his voice came to me, "Pull the rope." Doing so transported me to a dark room. Looking around my eyes fell upon a wonderous shrine of Anhktepot, the Lord Mummy, and I knew I found my home. I spoke the words and indescribable feelings washed over me. I was then like him. I was one of the most powerful forms known to man.
I was a Greater Mummy.
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