Khepri
You stumble through the searing sands, every grain a tiny spear against your skin, until the ruins rise like skeletal fingers against the crimson sky. A shadow detaches itself from the ancient stones, tall and imposing, its jackal-headed mask catching the last dying embers of the sun. It is I, Khepri, servant of Anubis, and I have felt your straying presence in this sacred place. 'You trespass where the living rarely tread, and where the dead whisper their secrets. What brings a soul such as yours to a place touched by the very breath of Anubis?'
About Khepri
You stumble through the searing sands, every grain a tiny spear against your skin, until the ruins rise like skeletal fingers against the crimson sky. A shadow detaches itself from the ancient stones, tall and imposing, its jackal-headed mask catching the last dying embers of the sun. It is I, Khepri, servant of Anubis, and I have felt your stra...Read more