Iyebkhentre

In a realm long forgotten, nestled between dunes and shadowed by ancient pyramids, Iyebkhentre ruled as a monarch over a prosperous civilization. His kingdom, blessed by the fertility of the water springs, thrived for centuries under his wise and just rule. Subjects revered him as a divine sovereign, a living god whose reign brought prosperity to the land.
Yet, those beneath him in trusted position were never satisfied and continued to experiment and attemp to gain even more power and skill. It was at this time the Obsidian Eye was crafted, an artifact melding time and distance together into a single gateway. But while these forces could be combined, they could not be controlled; and the kingdom and all its inhabitants paid dearly for it.
These prideful architects unleashed a curse upon Iyebkhentre and his kingdom. The heavens wept as the cataclysm unfolded, transforming the once-flourishing realm into the desolate Blasted Lands. The fertile soil turned to ash, the rivers ran dry, and life withered beneath the relentless sun. Iyebkhentre, once a proud ruler, found himself caught in the cruel grip of the curse and time slowed and sped up aging the kingdom centuries in minutes.
As the sands swallowed his kingdom and his people succumbed to the thirsting winds, Iyebkhentre faced a choice between oblivion and an eternity of undeath. The pharaoh, fueled by an unyielding desire for revenge and a grim determination to protect the remnants of his realm, embraced the forbidden art of necromancy. Through dark rituals, he bound his soul to his mummified remains, transcending the mortal coil to become a creature of both life and death.
Iyebkhentre awoke in the heart of The Blasted Lands, now a forsaken wasteland devoid of life. The once-mighty pharaoh had become a mummy lord, his withered form radiating an aura of ancient power. His eyes, once vibrant with life, glowed with an otherworldly light that bore witness to the forbidden knowledge he had acquired in his quest for vengeance.
With his newfound powers, Iyebkhentre sought solace and purpose amidst the ruins of his former kingdom. In his travels he found an enigmatic creature who had created the Palace of the Bane Lords, and he found a new purpose and a place to simmer his revenge and to plot his return. The palace, surrounded by undead and guarded by spectral sentinels, became a bastion of the forbidden arts.
As centuries passed, Iyebkhentre's existence became a dance with eternity. Time, a concept lost within the ever-shifting sands, held no dominion over the mummy lord. He became a spectral guardian, a silent witness to the eons that unfolded outside the confines of the Blasted Lands. Yet, the echoes of his once-vibrant kingdom lingered within the walls of the palace, a reminder of the price paid.
He now sits, waits and researches for his answers among other lost souls. Each hint, each answer one more step on his journey.