(Scene, a small rise in the Egyptian desert, above a long abandoned set of ruins. A large dust storm approaches from the Dead Lands. A figure swathed in black, his face covered in scars stares out as it, shaking his head. Riding up the rise a black clad messanger on a blown horse appears) "Arbeth Bay, it is as we feared, the great death awakens." The messanger quaked. "Humph. Psamtik I protects us, we ride to aid him." The Bay saddled up his horse, and with the messanger, ready to ride down to his men's encampment where word had already reached and men busied themselves readying for whatever journies they would take. On the way, the messanger looked at Arbeth, and called across, "Why do the Greek dead appear as shades, not skeletons like our own honoured dead?" "Legend says they were burned at death, and go to an underworld where they haunt as ghosts, rather than sensible mummies like ours." Arbeth Bay replied. "Their gods are weird, wh...