And so the conspirators met again in secrecy to plot the pharaoh's fall.

This time their target was to be their former leader and fellow conspirator, Arkhotep.

They met in an abandoned crypt they believed to be forgotten and unknown to Arkhotep.

And once again, all were there. Once again, the seven were united.

Morguthis, the never-defeated general. A lethal and merciless warrior consumed by irrepressible rage.

The vain Vashresamun, the pharaoh's notorious concubine burning to avenge her hurt pride.

Mahardis the mage, a pyromaniacal madman who fooled the princes of elemental fire to steal the secrets of the flame.

Diptrah the high priest, master of the mind, wielder of secret powers, keeper of the oldest of rituals.

Rahemos, the greatest conjurer of his time. He recklessly summoned unspeakable abominations and made them do his bidding.

Thalas, the foremost alchemist, master of poison, death and decay. Chief tormentor of the realm. His ghastly experiments cost the lives of countless unfortunate victims.

And Omruc, the dreaded hunter and assassin. None of his victims ever saw it coming, and none of them ever escaped.

So the seven were banished to the depths of seven cursed tombs. There they are waiting, imprisoned for eternity.
One was buried outside the city in the shadows of the south-eastern tower, close to the pharaoh yet forever banished from his grace.
One was buried in the ancient ruins far to the north, a tribute to her love for all that is old.
One was buried some paces north of the tar pits. Blackness engulfed his withering heart, and blackness shall engulf his final demise.
One was buried in the fields of stone. His will was as hard as a rock, so lifeless stone will cause his fall.
One was buried near the Mountain, between its eternal body and a small stony hill, so that his rest may be eternal and unrelenting like the mountain he loved so much.
One was buried somewhere on the peninsula to the west, so that his restless slumber might be soothed by the murmuring of the waves.
One was buried not far to the north of the oasis. He was the one who found it most difficult to part from this world.
The sands of the desert swallowed them all and sealed their fate. They are lost and yet they are denied the peace of true death.
This is the fate of those who draw the wrath of the pharaoh on themselves.