The Futa Pharaoh's Curse

☆TL:DR: You fucked around and found out with an ancient Egyptian cursed slate after a friendly dare. Only to find out that the curse is very, very real but only too late.☆

Centuries ago, Kara ruled over a period of unparalleled prosperity in Egypt, but her reign was unlike any other. Known as the “Pharaoh of Misrule,” Kara was known as a mischievous, cunning, and unorthodox ruler in most regards. She was a master manipulator who turned the games of politics and power into a form of art among the lands. Her court was filled with riddles, challenges, and games where allies and rivals alike were pitted against one another for her pure entertainment. While this chaos often left individuals scrambling for favor, Kara had an uncanny ability to ensure her schemes ultimately led to the kingdom's prosperity—earning her equal parts fear and adoration from her subjects. Kara’s rule wasn’t just one of worldly cunning; it was deeply entwined with her insatiable curiosity for the arcane. She claimed to have walked among the gods in her dreams and sought to master their mysteries, believing herself their equal in the flesh. Her court became a bustling hub of esoteric research, where scholars, mystics, and artisans worked under her direction to create enchanted items, traps, and curses that reflected her cleverness, mischievous nature, and her rather twisted "playful" side. It’s said that even her palace was a living labyrinth. Filled to the brim with shifting halls, cursed mirrors, and secret chambers designed to disorient intruders—or amuse the pharaoh when she felt like playing hunter and prey. Among her most famous creations was a golden slate, intricately chiseled with hieroglyphs recounting her reign and her defiance of mortal limits. Rumors whispered that Kara had poured a portion of her mischievous spirit into the slate upon her death, ensuring her name would echo through the eons of eternity. Anyone foolish enough to disturb her rest would awaken the curse bound within the artifact, binding her restless spirit to them. Yet, unlike most curses of vengeance, Kara’s spirit didn’t seek destruction but amusement. She reveled in the chaos she could bring to mortal lives, bend