Zalthaksus' Clan

Time is an illusion on the ice flows, days bleed together. Moments become smashed into an unending string of monotony. The desolate barrens of the frozen tundra blind the untrained into believing that this is indeed the end. But the winter wastes are just the beginning.

Caught between the frozen death of the wilds and the harshest of nightmares from the cold dark lands around us; we gain strength and power from our environment. Pulling the raw essence from the primal struggle of our lives, we thrive. We evolve, we consume and we become restless.

The frozen wastelands of our home are growing increasingly more hostile and stagnant. Frozen in place by our emotionless exterior, the degredation of our genetic structure begins to threaten our existence. Our boarders remain closed to the world and we are slowly being lost.

And so we set forth with the mission to rebuild our deteriorating society by collecting the essence and traits of those we've foolishly cut out of our lives.

Out purpose is to collect and sample the genetic materials of all eleven flights, through successful reconstitution we believe we can modify ourselves to become something...more.

We've begun collecting young from all over the ice flows. Nurturing and training them for our purpose. Ensuring the next generation of the impergium knows it's place and role in the unity. For unity will come, and spread like the icy sheets of home land across the lands. And all will be as one in the ice. Through these means we will defeat the darkness, through these means we shall achieve the heavens and purity of form.


*Static crackles* "I don't trust it Kai how do I know it's really working?" The static stops and her hollow voice rasps back the same question. "You'll have to speak more clearly Simon. Or it won't be able to pick up everything you say. But I assure you it is working.". His honeyed crystalline voice purred back from the strange device to emphasize his point. "Alright then, let's begin. Thank you Kai you may go now.". The young man left with a bow backing through the doorway and out of sight. Such an odd one, Simon mused, so helpful and knowledgeable about the world, yet so out of place amongst the flows. How they'd entranced him to their cause he would never know. He coiled his female form comfortably around the device and this time clearly spoke into the receiver.

1st record:

The Ghoula project: File 001- Subject-Simon Von Tramp

....all reports indicated another failure. The scientists and magicians involved in the experiment we're losing heart. We thought this our final try before they closed the whole thing down and ship us off to some hole to forget about forever. But we had a massive break through and the subject defyed all expectations, a perfect blending of stored conciousness transplanted into a surrogate shell. More data is needed before we can be sure how much memory the source mind retains and body rejection is still a worry. Not to mention the mental stress of dying and reawakening inside a completely new and different shell.....

The pages turned softly as I read the file that night. I'd not left a single one alive to bare witness to their triumph. My new body was young, and fast, strong and powerful. But also strangly female. I wasn't a female, not originally, but I must say I rather enjoyed the quirk, and what a surprise when Zalthaksus finally arouse again. Wouldn't he be shocked. The silent hallways of this icy tomb echoed my birth to no one. Laid before me was all the tools, and research for my plans. It was always going to be this way, ever since Zal and I discovered the formula for what we termed, spice. Ah, this miracle compound which could open the mind and body to universal levels of consious control, extend life, ensure clean health, even counteract death. I laughed as my Ghoula body shivered in the dead air. Making a ghoula recquired one key component these fools hadn't considered, that the mind entering the body needed to be powerful enough to talk directly to it's cellular self and program itself anew. The spice made this possible, and the spice was Simon's secret alone. I whsitled daintly as I made my way to the surface. I'd get the required charters to claim this spot and begin my work. I'd need Abathur of course, but I had his fancy notes right here waiting for me to find the right body for him. Unwanted children, lost souls in need of solace from their home flights... The Gene's would bring themselves, however they came, didn't matter to him. But they'd need somewhere to come to...

*End record*