My order keeps the old ways. We are the last, the keepers of knowledge and tradition. We keep the books and the tombs., or, rather, we are
supposed to. For generations now the line of Princes has kept the tombs sealed. The Pharamsans built a wall to contain and protect them. They call it the Necropolis, but it is less a city for the dead, and more of a cage. Like most monuments to the dead, it is actually there to impress and placate the living.
The Pharamsan priests care not for the strife they cause.
They only care to funnel the angry souls to their mistress' Boneyard.
They want the unruly souls to be still and quiet like a dutiful child.
They care not for what came before.
They care not for the dead themselves.
They care only for the preservation and presentation of the tombs without thought to who the tombs house.
Their goddess is heartless and uncaring of those things which cause the dead to stir.
I care.
The young dead have sworn no oaths and must be brought to heel. They must be taught and they must be heard. Then, they must be judged and laid to rest. It is a right of passage as important as any other which has largely been forgotten by the world. It is why so many souls refuse to quiet. Nobody wants to feel silenced, yet that is what we do the moment a heart stops beating.
The old dead, the dead of Ossirian, they must be made to remember their oaths. They must be counted and added to the great book. Only then will they slumber peacefully.
Now, the Ruby Prince has opened the tombs. Not because of us, though we have petitioned many times, but because of the love of gold. He opens them for plunder and desecration. He is a fool.
My order has gathered, joining many parties, hedging our bets in this lottery. It is imperative that we be among those selected. All of our order, save for the Old Masters, is numbered among the petitioners. Even Acolytes like me ready to enter the tombs.
I can only pray that if I am lucky enough to be chosen that I will also be strong enough to fulfill my duties.
If I am chosen I will judge the dead, or, the dead will judge me.
Tomorrow I will know.