For many years I have been hearing rumours that in a distant valley there lies an old temple which once belonged to Ramisis himself.
Travellers to this valley tell of the curse which lies upon the temple and of the mysterious deaths of all who try to enter to recover the Golden Ikon of Ramisis.
Being of staunch heart these rumours did not deter me and I set forth to find the Ikon for myself. When I arrived at the entrance to the temple in the Valley of the Kings, I sent all my assistants into the antechamber to search but none returned. I now have to venture in myself.