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It was a beautiful sunny day on New Thundera. A breeze slowly moved across the desert as the small party of archeologists and students from Carahal sifted through the ruins of the original Thundera City. An obscene black pyramid with four obsidian obelisks was also there, but no one gave any thought to the half-buried structure because its former resident had left many years ago. All except for one, that is.
She was a Jackal Mutant that was sent to New Thundera as a spy for the Imperial House of Plundarr. No one knew it, but she was the notorious war criminal known as “The Silencer.” She didn’t know why she had joined this group, but when she saw the black pyramid, she knew. She was answering the song it sang that only she could hear.
Suddenly, the sky darkened and a violent wind came seemingly from nowhere. While the small team of explorers headed for their shelter, the jackal approached the pyramid. The wind became a small tornado that removed all of the sand that had gathered over the years, giving the highly-polished ebony stone a brand-new appearance.
The jackal held her hands high as a lightning storm suddenly formed, electricity dancing between the tops of the obelisks. A stone passageway slowly opened up and a floating globe of greenish light welcomed the visitor and beckoned her. She followed the ball of light into the pyramid as the passage closed behind her. She welcomed the gifts of her new masters—they appreciated her great capacity for evil, and they made an unspoken agreement with her: her servitude in exchange for eternal life and great power.
The storm disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. The small party mourned the loss of their fellow member, whom they figured had been spirited away by the tornado. The leader of the expedition felt the seed of dread worming its way through her gut as she saw how shiny the black pyramid looked after the tornado had completely uncovered it. She felt lucky that the rest of her party had survived as they slowly walked back to Carahal to dream uncertain dreams as night fell across the land.