Long before the days of Tut, in the sacred temple overlooking the sweltering sands of Egypt, lived Hahmid III, a high priest of the sun god Ra. Possessing magical powers as great as his temper, Hahmid III was a master of black magic, and successfully gained converts to his faith by wicked displays of wizardry. Common twigs were converted to poisonous snakes, drinking water was churned into blood, and rotting mummies animated into zombie-like monsters through Hahmid;s diabolism. But the greatest wonder of all was Ardognus, The Curse of the Sun God, which Hahmid cast upon the sacred shrine to Ra. The curse promised that any object which might come between this place of worship and the rays of of the sun would be utterly destroyed, its remains scattered throughout the planet as a reminder of Ra’s wrath.
Today is October 26, 1930. Many moons have passed since the ancient prophecy, and Ardognus has all been forgooten over the centuries. However, you an archaeologist/adventurer, still have vivid memories of your first Egyptian expedition, when you unearthed Hahmid’s Scroll of Curses from the bottom level of the pyramid and read its frightening contents. Until today, every curse of Hahmid’s has been fullfilled precisely as prophesied…except Ardognus.