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A SOURCEBOOK FOR
MUMMY: THE CURSE SECOND EDITION
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 CREDITS
Developer: Matthew Dawkins
Chronicles of Darkness Line Developer: Dixie
Cochran
Writers: Chris Allen, Matthew Dawkins, Jason
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Editor: Reginald Pewtey
Art: Michael Gaydos, Alex Sheikman, Tilen
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2 The Book of Lasting Death

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Relics 4 Numina 44
Ephemeral Cultists 44
Introduction
Eternity Awaits

Chapter One: The Minor Guilds

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Ghosts
Shades
Spirits
Ephemeral Cultist Character Creation
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The Deceived 10 Appendix:
Kher-Minu 15
Utterances and Affinities 48
Maar-Kherit 19
Wadjet-Itja 23 Utterances 48
Color from Void 48
Chapter Two: Echoes of Faded Voices 50
Lifeless and Depraved 29 Obedient Implements 52
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Rotting Flesh Divinity 53

The Judges of Duat 29
Tenebrous Consumption 54
Bastu, the Stare 29
Usurping the Red Shores 55
Fentu, the Snout 30
New Soul Affinities 57
Neb-Imkhu, the Lord of Faces 31
All 57
Nefer-Tem, the Eternal Lotus 32
Ab 57
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Amkhata 33
Ba 57
The Sha 34
Ka 57
Dread Powers 34
Ren 58
Immortals 35
Sheut 58
The Purified 36
New Guild Affinities 59
Patchwork People 37
The Deceived 59
Visitors 39
Kher-Minu 59
The Red Shores of Nu 42
Maar-Kherit 60
The Shadow 42
Wadjet-Itja Affinities 60
Spirits 42

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They’d been watching this
place for days, noting who came
and went, its busy times and its
dead ones. They watched for silent
signals — hand gestures or slight
nods at passers-by, a subtle cough
precisely seven steps from the
door — but the people streaming
in and out of the building were
just businesspeople, nothing
more.
Neheb was cold. It’d been
pissing down rain all morning,
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and the coffee he’d bought to keep
his hands warm was long since
gone. Beside him, Tara Baxter was
poised and alert, but showed no
signs of being affected by the chill.
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He wondered if it was something
the surgeons built into her, if they
installed some kind of self-regu-
lating temperature control the last
time they tinkered around in her
guts. Or maybe the flow of Sekhem
through her kept her warm. This
close to her, he could feel the pres-
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ence of her clockwork heart, could
almost track its pulse by the subtle
shifts in Sekhem around her.
“Where’s our third?” she said,
though her lips barely moved.
“He’ll be here.”
“You’ve seen it in your cards?”
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She cast a withering glance toward
the pocket where he kept his deck.
“I know them. Our success is
written in the stars, my friend.
We’ll get this done and you’ll be
on your way in time to watch Vitas
Varnas bring down the house.”
Nothing was ever certain when
it came to prophecy, but Neheb’s
readings had all been clear: the
vessels were inside, the Arisen’s
cult barely active. Once upon a
time, the mummy’s tomb was built
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in a deep and solid foundation, but
decades of construction and blast-
ing weakened its walls. Much of its
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sacred geometry was still intact,
but Neheb was feeling lucky. He
was sure they could get in, grab
the vessels, and bring the whole
thing down before the Maa-Kep
inside so much as stirred from her
henet.
A tall, thin man paused at
the corner of the building across
the street. Something about the
way he stood was off, as though
he wasn’t used to being so tall,
or wasn’t quite sure how arms
worked. Tara sighed. “He’s going
to blow our cover.”
“He won’t,” Neheb said, though
he wasn’t entirely certain. He’d
seen a lot of strange things in his
long, long life, but Visitors were
a whole new experience. Usually,
Neheb was keen on new experienc-
es, but the way Paul’s eyes didn’t
quite match what his mouth was
doing unnerved him. It reminded
him vaguely of the Shan’iatu, but
that was more a sensation than a
solid memory. It was a word on the
tip of his tongue, and a distant,
fleeting familiarity when he
looked at the Visitor.
“Let’s go.” Tara didn’t wait for
him. She had a play to catch.
•••
All signs had pointed to a cake-
walk, but even Neheb was a little
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weirded out by how easy it was to
get down here. Security guards let
them pass with one Do you know
who I am? look from Tara. No one
disturbed them as they descended
the stairs to the sub-basement, or
called out after them while they
traversed the tunnel leading them
farther underground. As far as
they could tell, no one had walked
here for a hundred years, which
made it a trivial matter to set the
explosive charges they’d detonate
on their way out. The tomb ought
to crush the mummy within, but
the building above should remain
standing. At least, that’s what the
Architect he’d consulted had told
him.
Neheb had left out the part
where they’d be destroying anoth-
er Arisen’s tomb.
Now they stood in the Maa-
Kep’s tomb, lit by ancient bulbs
that must have been installed the
last time she rose, in the early
1900s. They ought to have burnt
out long ago. Amazing, the things
a Lifeweb could keep going.
Speaking of the Lifeweb, there
were the vessels, all lined up atop
her sarcophagus. Neheb grinned.
“See? Just like I said.” He pointed
at a row of small sealed urns on a
ledge. “Canopic jars, as promised.
Take as many as you want.”
Paul stood silent, observing
them both. He said he’d taken
the job to study the tomb and any
cultists guarding it. Neheb had
figured he’d at least take a stroll
around.
If Paul wasn’t going to take a
look, Neheb would take a gander
for them both. This place was a
treasure trove; it was almost a

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shame they were going to collapse
it as they left. But they’d never be
able to carry it all, and once the
Arisen was awake, they were as
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good as dead. Still, he thought of
the luxuries the piles of hoarded
art would buy him. Hell, it’d prob-
ably buy Tara several surgeries to
replace her various parts as they
wore out. This statue alone would
sell for...
Neheb took another look at the
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statue. At the hammer in its grip.
“Shit.”
“What?” asked Tara, her fin-
gers an inch from the rightmost
jar.
Paul tilted his head, curious.
The gesture still didn’t read as
human.
“I figured out why there
aren’t any cultists on guard.”
He pondered the readings he’d
had the last few days, looked for
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something that might have herald-
ed this, but nothing jumped out.
Still, he always had a contingency
plan.
Today, that contingency was
named Paul.
“When I say go, grab your jar
and run. Don’t look back, just run.
Ready?” Neheb backed away from
the statue, careful not to breathe
too hard in its direction. “Paul,
I need you to cover our retreat.
Okay?”
The Visitor shrugged, bored.
Neheb approached the sar-
cophagus and eyed the vessels
in their precise configuration. A
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lapis amulet set in gold was the
smallest and lightest. The easiest
to snatch up. His hand hovered
over it. “Three... two... one. GO.”
His fingers flashed out, snagged
the amulet. Tara cradled a jar like
a football and dashed out of the
tomb.
The statue roared to life, chips
of stone falling away as the Eternal
burst free of her stone prison.
Neheb didn’t stick around to watch
the rest of her awakening. He
turned and fled, shooting past Paul,
who finally looked excited.
“We’ve got this,” said Paul, and
Neheb realized he didn’t know if
that was the Visitor’s name, or the
host’s. “Bring it all down. We’ll be
fine.”
Neheb didn’t truly believe him,
but he’d be testing Fate if he stuck
around. “Good luck,” he said, and
ran to set off the charges.
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“Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?”

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“Yes.”
“Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.”
— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

T o be an eternal being, never aging, never dying, never

succumbing to time’s assorted ravages.
The Judges, unknowable and alien, receive greater
coverage in the Book of Lasting Death, with Bastu, the

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To be an eternal being, locked forever in service to
sadistic gods, ever fated to forget your sins and glories,
always destined to return with destruction in your wake.
Immortality can be a great thing. It can also be a ter-
Star; Fentu, the Snout; Neb-Imkhu, the Lord of Faces;
and Nefer-Tem, the Eternal Lotus each acting as possible
patrons or villains, or both, in an upcoming chronicle.
As the Judges become increasingly alien, drifting farther
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and farther from the human mold, their cults and Arisen
rible thing.
followers follow suit.
Mummy: The Curse introduces the concept of playing
Among antagonists presented in this book, a Storyteller
beings locked in the flux of godlike power and unreliable
will enjoy the expanded options for Amkhata, including new
memory. It allows players to take on the roles of beings that
Dread Powers. Likewise, a range of new immortals — from
exist across multiple timelines, serving or rebuking their
the spiritual Purified and the macabre Patchwork People, to
gods, fostering cults while destroying the beliefs of others.
the terrifying Visitors — might serve as terrible enemies or
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The Book of Lasting Death expands the possibilities in

worthy allies. Each contains the option for play, expanding
a game already benefiting from a lack of limitation. With
the range of potential cultists in a game of Mummy.
this book, Storytellers and players alike find a range of new
playable options, powers, and antagonists to make Mummy: This book delves deeper into the spiritual aspects of
The Curse a game with an impressive range of facets. Mummy too, casting a gaze over to the Shadow, its inhab-
itants, and the possibility of playing ephemeral cultists
Though they appeared first in the Mummy: The Curse core
to round out the possibilities available for the troupe of
book, this sourcebook provides the full details players need to
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play mummies from the minor guilds. The tragic artists among
the Deceived, the steadfast sentinels among the Kher-Minu, the
blighted medicants among the Maar-Kherit, and the underes-
timated oracles and gamblers that make up the Wadjet-Itja all
appear here for Storytellers to incorporate into merets, position
as prominently as the major guilds of the Arisen, or position as
intriguing foes seeking power or vengeance. Whether players
take on roles as mummies of these minor guilds, or Storytellers
use them as terrifying antagonists, the range of possibilities for
their use in chronicles is vast.
players.
Finally, the Book of Lasting Death deepens the well
of Utterances and Affinities, with some being associated
with the minor guilds introduced in this book, and others
open to Arisen from the core book. These powers pack a
punch and the Storyteller is encouraged to consider each
before granting players free rein over which they choose.
Some might fundamentally alter the expectations you have
of a game of Mummy.

6 Introduction
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ETERNITY AWAITS • Chapter Two: Lifeless and Depraved — A selection
of Judges, Amkhata, immortals, and rules for incor-
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The breakdown of this book’s contents is as follows: porating spirits in your chronicles.
• Relics — Fiction that helps set the scene for the • Chapter Three: Utterances and Affinities —
characters and features found within this very book. Expanded options for powers wielded by mummies
and their most potent cultists.
• Introduction — Our brief opportunity to tease what
lies ahead, should you wish to delve deeper.
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• Chapter One: Minor Guilds — Providing greater

depth and playability to the Deceived, Kher-Minu,
Maar-Kherit, and Wadjet-Itja.

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Was it enough to live on in legend if the legends were lies?
— Traci Chee, The Reader

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n their arrogance, the Arisen of the major guilds consider themselves Irem’s only
true successors. They are certainly not its only survivors.
Others walk the Earth, carrying their own memories of the Nameless Empire: the
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Deceived, the Kher-Minu, the Maa-Kherit, and the Wadjet-Itja. Like their brethren,
they too served the Shani’atu and shaped the City of Pillars. They were Irem’s warriors,
its healers, and its prophets — no less essential to the Empire than the alchemists and
scribes. In the case of the Deceived, they were both sorcerers and sorcerer-princes,
denied the Rite of Return at the very last breath.
Still, all four achieved an imperfect immortality, whether by betrayal, sorcery,
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trickery, treachery, or a combination of all four. If the Arisen who underwent the
Rite of Return are living monuments to Irem, these mummies are those monuments’
twisted shadows.
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