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In the desert realm of Osirion, the former servants of a long dead pharoah were crawling out of an ancient pyramid, awakened by something dark and powerful. Faced with an evil power that was suspected not to be mortal,  the desert people of Osirion looked to their great Temples of Light for answers. A promising young cleric was chosen to send the undead to their final rest. Ophelia gracefully accepted the pilgrimage. She traveled through blistering desert to reach the pyramid, her toes moving through  the warm sand. Ophelia had lived in the sands her entire life, but the land seemed unnaturally hot and arid. Sweat glistened off Ophelia's naked cocoa skin, as if she were a foreigner. Even the local wildlife  was dying, the light leeched from their bodies. As Ophelia approached  the pyramid, the stench of the dead was nearly unbearable, magnified by the desert heat. The undead horde caught scent of the blood coursing  through the girl's veins and started shambling toward her. Ignoring  the terrible odor and the encroaching moans of the dead, Ophelia offered prayers to her winged goddess of light, Sarenrae. When the creatures were  just about to overwhelm the cleric, a globe of powerful holy light appeared in her raised hands...

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