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Khepri

(#87015549)

Bring me a dream | it/its

Familiar

Feathered Beetle

Energy: 49/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

25.16 m

Wingspan

16.62 m

Weight

8838.4 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Flaunt

Taupe
Constellation

Tan
Capsule

Hatchday

Jun 21, 2023
(11 months)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Light
Uncommon

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Ankh
Scarab

Offspring

Biography

K H E P R I

BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT

GENERATION II
ANKH | SCARAB’S LINE

"Mr. Sandman
Bring me a dream."

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The entry is written in faded ink, a date scrawled at the top of the page next to a short title that reads “A Journal Filled With Dreams”. It is the account of one Aaron Broadsworth regarding visits with one of his patients by the name of Alice Underwood.

I am a psychiatrist by trade and it was a few months ago that I received a referral from a colleague regarding a young girl by the name of Alice Underwood. Her parents had reached out due to the child’s propensity for nightmares and since I had a few openings for new patients at the time, I agreed to take her case.

Nightmares are not entirely uncommon, most often manifestations of unprocessed traumatic events. Still, Alice’s family had already tried many techniques before I arrived. They sat while she fell asleep to read her stories, tried leaving a night light on, and had purchased numerous stuffed animals and dolls in an attempt to comfort her while she slept.

Still, the nightmares persisted and the child became stubborn, often hiding and fighting her parents each night when it was time for bed. By the time I arrived at their home in Laternalia Port, her parents answered the door with dark bags under their eyes. They welcomed me inside and introduced me to Alice.

She was a shy child and often refused to talk, which made understanding her a challenge. I visited her once a week, meeting in a parlor within the family’s home. She always carried a stuffed animal with her as she was ushered into the room and her favorite was a black and white rabbit that she often used to hide her face.

I tried everything to get Alice to talk, even bringing gifts in the form of sweets and teas. Eventually she calmed in my presence. She began to mutter short replies, though when I tried to inquire about her dreams, she would fall entirely silent and refuse to speak a word on the subject.

I figured that if Alice wouldn’t talk, then perhaps I could resort to having her share her dreams in writing or pictures. That’s when I brought her a journal. It was meant to be a dream journal and I instructed her to write or draw on the blank pages any time she felt afraid. “All you have to do is describe what you see”.

A few weeks passed before I came back to visit Alice. She clutched both the leather journal and her rabbit as she entered the room. She seemed hesitant at first to let me see the book, but eventually she extended it towards me shyly and peered at me from behind the stuffed rabbit that shielded most of her face.

I opened the first few pages and found them covered in the scrawling handwriting expected of a child Alice’s age. It was a bit difficult to read, but eventually I pieced together the words. Despite the nature of the handwriting, the story itself sounded as if it were written by someone much older and I found myself rather disturbed.

“I shouldn’t be awake, but from time to time, I find myself stirring in the moments just before dawn. It is quiet at this hour, for the creatures of the day have not yet woken and those of the night have just tucked themselves to sleep.

That’s when I see it. Something from a dream, or perhaps a nightmare comes to me. It paces silently towards where I sleep, its form as sleek and black as night. It sits at the foot of my bed. I know it stares, though no eyes adorn its face. Instead a bleach-white skull points towards me, protruding from beneath a mass of skittering limbs and shining chitin.

I hear it make a clicking noise, as if welcoming the impending dawn. Then, I see light. It comes as the beast’s head opens, the luminous golden wings of a scarab casting away the darkness. It glows softly as the first light of dawn peeks above the horizon. It never moves as the dawn breaks, but when the sunlight hits its form, it fades like a dream. It seems to disintegrate into a thousand glowing orbs before disappearing completely.

Until the next dawn”.

When I turned the page, I found something even more unsettling. There were several drawings of some unspeakable thing that could only come from a disturbed mind. What’s more is that the artwork seemed far too immaculate to have been drawn by a child’s hand. I expected scribbles and crude shapes, but the pen sketches were detailed, as if they had been printed onto the page. Though when I asked Alice if she had drawn them, she nodded that indeed she had.

I have not been back to visit Alice again, but I believe that child is cursed. I cannot sleep without waking up in the wee hours just before dawn and every night, just as Alice described, something comes to sit beside my bed.

It must be a dream, but every night it creeps closer. I’ve tried to drown it from my mind by taking sleeping tinctures, but still it comes. It sits and waits, for what I don’t know. I can’t share this with my colleagues, of course, for they’ll think I’ve gone mad. . . And perhaps I have.

We attempted to follow up regarding Dr. Broadsworth’s report. We found that he had mysteriously disappeared several days after this statement was given. The only peculiarity of his case was the piles of sand found strewn upon his bed.

Among the doctor’s belongings, the journal of Alice Underwood was recovered from the fireplace where it appears to have been intentionally burned. Most of the writing and drawings were destroyed. As for Alice herself, it appears that the child was sent to another foster home in the Cinderslag though attempts to make contact proved unfruitful.

Lore Notes:
- Takes the form of an emaciated obsidian beast with a bleach-white skull half covered by the form of a beetle upon its head.
- When it opens its scarab, the wings emit a soft golden light like a firefly.
- Appears to those caught half way between sleep and waking.
- If those it visits have a guilty conscious, they will be devoured. Otherwise, the beast disintegrates with the rising sun and allows its prey to fully awaken.
- Those who are devoured turn into piles of sand.

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A series of recovered sketches from the journal of Alice Underwood depicting the beast Khepri.

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