Lady Van Helsing/Seek the tomb where the mummy was uncovered
From Create Your Own Story
Finding the location of the tomb among Dr Frinks papers was a simple enough task. Finding a native driver to take you there was not. The tomb has a reputation for being cursed, bringing a spectre of death to any who dare defile it. Eventually, however, you managed to find a man in whom greed outweighed superstition, and you set off in a desert cart toward the tomb.
You curse quietly as the cart hits a rut. Each time the cart jostles you the bump aggravates your 'condition'. You have been fighting the urges for hours now, and your willpower is beginning to run out. Though your persistent arousal has kept you in a dress rather inefficient for combat, you equipped yourself before you set out with a silver-edged Bowie knife, blessed in special ceremony by the Archbishop of Canterbury, and a white-spirit fuelled lantern capable of lighting even the largest of dark spaces.
You arrive at the tomb. Above the surface it is unimpressive, simply a hole in the ground marked by a toppled obelisk, but according to Dr Frinks notes the structure below is an elaborate construction that served as a temple to the goddess Nephthys before being used to bury the goddess' high priestess. The driver is nervous as you set out, but promises to remain until you return from underground. "Don't get killed. I want to get my payment" he says as you descend the rope ladder into the tomb.
After reaching the bottom you walk down a ramp leading into the main hall. This is where the layperson crowd would have gathered to witness the blasphemous pagan rituals, while temple guards kept any but the priestess and her acolytes from entering the chambers beyond.
As you walk towards the door leading to the inner chambers, you see a black shadow leap through the edge of your vision. Turning quickly, you see a feral-looking man slinking with a graceful, animalistic gait towards you. As he approaches, you see that it is not a man, but a creature with the head of a massive black cat and the body of a man, approaching you with fangs bared and giving a low growl. Its body is toned and fit, like that of a top athlete, and covered in a light black fur, with thicker fur covering its chest and head. You slip into a ready stance, prepared to defend yourself against this guardian of the tomb, but then it stops advancing, and curiously sniffs the air near you. You notice then that between its legs a red, glistening, and wholly inhuman penis is beginning to slide its way from the creature's sheathe. "The curse," you think to yourself, "I must smell like I'm in heat." The creature begins to advance again, but this time its gestures seem amorous rather than threatening.
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