[center][u][b]The Tomb-Empire of Harri'Kan

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The Grand Pyramid of Rimal-Mutaharrika[/b][/u] [/center]

The Grand pyramid of Rimal-Mutaharrika was an imposing sight over the citadel of bone on which it overlooked, a monolithic building built from carved and etched sandstone, and topped with a solid gold cap. The building had been commissioned some thousand years ago, and had stood tall despite the intrusions of the savage tribesmen of the deserts, or worse, upon these lands. The interior was equally as lavish, upon all the walls were etched and coloured hieroglyphs denoting the ancient history of the Harri'kan people, from the earliest days as rock-flinging savages into their current, damned, existence as undead. In each corner of the main hall, wherein the throne and thus the Lich-King himself sat, were immense sandstone columns etched with ancient runes and lined with gold, all the most lavish of luxuries from a millennium of unending toil.

The main hall itself was a huge subterranean design, first designed by Sottom the Perfect, though perfected by the hand of the Lich-King. It was easily the size of any living-creature's throne room, and echoed with a history, a discernible past of which it's builders still remembered. The room was dimly lit, save for several braziers that spat out an ethereal, ghostly-blue flame, and it had relatively few occupants today. 

Upon the main throne, a lavish marble design that was fitted with red velvets and silks, was a robed being, monstrous in size and possessed of a most strange aura. In his hand was clasped a staff of gold and of bones, that gave off that same ethereal blue light as the braziers did. His face was a foul imitation of life, as dried and gnarled skin barely clung to his skull, his eyes replaced with a foul, flickering fire. Upon his head, he wore a crown of Obsidian and bone, shaped like an immense effigy to some, undoubtedly, dark gods. This man, this poor imitation of life yet so vastly powerful, was Horsophkekh Ekochen Fashke Anos, the overlord of this Empire.

Flanking him on either side, were immense stone statues – clad in ancient, guided plate armour and wielding immense halberds many times the size of a man. They didn't move, nor breathe, but the haunting life that echoed across their existence was enough to send shivers down s lesser man's spine. 

Several other undead stood tall in the room, some dressed in fineries and lounging around while others were clad in full armour, some several were even in the attire more fitting to a Hierophant, all of them had their attention upon one man, however. 

Before the Lich-King, however, was a living man, dressed in simple tribal clothing and currently kneeling as if in prayer. The man's face said otherwise, for it spoke of untold levels of terror permeating across his very soul, he felt the steely gazes of the undead fixed firmly upon him, and they indeed found him wanting. Abdul Maalik Farhat, was his name, first born son of the Chieftain, Jaarallah Anwar...and currently, a tribute to the Lich-King in order to spare the father's own mangy hide.

The relative din of the room continued for several more minutes before an immense commotion became audible, and an undead messenger appeared, his alabaster skeleton and ragged clothing a start contrast to those around him. He walked, with some anxiety despite his undeath, towards his master before kneeling and delivering.  

“Grand Lich-King Horsophkekh, I bring you word from the stronghold of Amini and their currently progress. The Overseer Mourad reports that his task is nearly complete, yet the ranks of this living-one's tribe do harass his workers...”

The mortal in the room protested and pleaded against this, arguing that his people were peaceful and would never be so foolish. His outcry was cut short when his entire body was flayed alive by a casual flick from the Lich-King's hand as he arose from his throne. 

“Then inform Overseer Mourad to obliterate them, just as he shall do to any of the savages dwelling with my Empire.”

The messenger nodded at this, before delivering his second message. 

“The Master of Horses has reported strange creatures at the northern borders, towards the forested regions and presumably past that. Strange red-furred humanoids with tails and lupine snouts. No conflict has come, yet we fear that they may try yet to establish themselves further.”

The Lich-King almost chuckled at this response, but instead his response was a muted scoff as he dismissed their existence entirely.

“This continent, our continent, is changing it seems. No longer are the races of Man, Elf, and Dwarf dominant...and yet interlopers come to claim the carrion corpse. This will not be allowed, send them a warning informing them that any intrusions into this land will be met with their death and subsequent reanimation into corpse-subjects. No exceptions, am I made clear?”

The messenger nods before scurrying off back into the streets of the capital city, however one of the more lavishly dressed herirophants approaches the Lich-King, his staff creating a soft tapping as he went. 

“Lord, should we not be more concerned with the recent expansions of those monstrous Greenskin creatures to our west? After all, they do border us...and their dead would make a fine warrior caste. Finer than whatever fiction the Master of Horses spouts, that is...”

Horsophkekh was not amused by this, yet responded with some respect for the ancient.

“They would, yet you tell me this numerous times. We understand their ranks, yet we do not understand the ranks of these...new creatures... in any case. We shall await to see who acts first, the long war is our ally, after all...”