Name: Menkaura
Species: Undead, raised. (Specifically, mummy)
Gender: Formerly male.
Long have I slept in peaceful rest. I had earned it, fighting for my king valiantly. I gave my life for him in battle, ensuring that he might live. But that was long ago. That king had died at a grand old age, leaving the throne to his son, and that son had died of old age, leaving it to his child. And so on throughout the years as I rested. But now, the banshees wail troubling news to my spirit, that disturbs my peaceful repose. The last king died well before his time, his light consumed by darkness of some unnamed evil. The living cowered in fear from this evil thing. I am needed again. The light had failed, it was time to vanquish darkness with darkness.
Ancient magics on my sarcophagus come to life, and awoke my spirit from it's rest. I flowed back to my tomb, back into the body I had left long ago. It isn't what I remembered having while alive, but now is a dried husk, wrapped in aged bandages from head to toe. But it will serve. I stretched, testing out limbs that had not been moved in centuries. They are stiff, but they respond well enough. I had not eyes, but I could still see the inside of my sarcophagus. I pushed it open.
I found myself not in my tomb, but within something resembling a dungeon cell. My sarcophagus was piled haphazardly with many others in the dank stone room. I recognized them, they once belonged to my comrades. But all the others were already open and empty. Had my comrades already awakened and set forth? If so, why did they not awaken me? No, I fear that this evil had recognized the magics laid on us, and had decided to act before we would awaken. It had gathered up all the loyal dead together in this cell, and had done something to the rest of them. Why it missed me, I do not know. Perhaps the evil thing simply had not gotten around to dealing with me yet. It doesn't matter though, I must tend to what is, not what may be or might have been. My comrades are gone or will not return, and I will need new allies. I rose from my sarcophagus and searched about the cell I found myself in, seeking others I can call upon to aid me.