The Tomb of Armonehpt

"It is building itself?" The King asked, a touch of awe in his voice. Somerild smiled that smile she only gave when she had found some new magical puzzle to entertain herself.

"Indeed, my love. According to the locals, the man buried at it's heart died hundreds of years ago."

"To what end?"

"Prestige, I suppose."

"What does it fill itself with?"

"Now that's the interesting part. I was told that Armonehpt had his staff and soldiers mummified as well. It seems as if that's the source of our marauding mummies..."

— The Threemetal Cycle, Ewdin Rickman

One isolated in the deserts of Mer-senet, but now facing increasing encroachment of urban society, the Tomb of Armonehpt is unique even within the land of tombs. Once a simple grave complex for a terrible lowland warlord, he determined that his tomb would rival that of the pharaohs themselves. To that end, he brought a collection of magerites into his service, largely through force, and set them to constructing a temple complex for him, magic being worked into the very stone.

After a time, he no longer needed the mages, but had them entombed alongside the rest of his retinue so they, nor anyone, could speak of it's secrets. The tomb responds to his will, shifting and growing in impossible ways. The fact that the tomb still acts, and the mummies of his household still reave, dragging material and people back to the tomb mean that Armonehpt still walks the earth.

Who maintains his bindings, enabling such a long afterlife, is a mystery. Those he takes into his tomb are villagers, not sorcerers or magi, and would lack the skills required to keep a mummy functional for so long.