“The Walls of Hathors tomb shuddered at the first impact of the Pillagers cannon. Sand poured in from the cracks in the ceiling. An ethereal light blazed in the ancient Mummies hollow sockets, and with a creak of old bones and a dry rustle of decayed cloth, The mighty champion of Set Ra rose from his slumber...

A call to arms! To be settled in the old way...

The force of his will alerted his comrades of old, bronze trumpets rang, giving momentary pause to the greenskins approaching from the sands.

A pause.

Silence..

and then the world changed. The heavens erupted. Where moments before there were clear skies, now a maelstrom of scarlet hued clouds, flashes of lightning and the sting of merciless rain reigned.

If the green ones wished for the treasures of ancient Khemri, then, by the gods they would need to earn it!

let battle commence!



....As the the last of the rain fell. The bones of Khemri gave silent cheer to the days victory. The Goblins were fleeing back to their ship, bearing the crippled body of the Giant goblin. Little George, or so they believed him to be named, as his name was cried by every shocked greenskin after Haka's mighty strike. A true beast felled. The invaders lost heart for the glory of the games shortly after, and victory had been sealed!

There was no need to pursue. Battle had been fought valiantly. Honour was won by both sides.
Now all that remained was to return to their rest. Until the next time some unwary stranger should come seeking riches or glory.”