A globe swarming with Life, floating in a dark, humid sea of

Life.

Life is permeating existence.

The great beasts are rising from The Molten Sea to gather together,
a tribe from many tribes...
until, until the end of time, the end of Time.

  

  

Beyond the velvet wall

   During the last years of civilization the Shadow Tribe is coming, working openly, working in secret, living as Human Beings, living fierce, untamed, independently of the life destructive, oppressive machine. Showing people, the slaves of the machine, that the human spirit is still alive. The illusion, the old, well proven, buzz words of tyranny... comfort, safety, responsibility and loyalty to any given body of rulers, to the Leader(s)... begin to fail. This is not strange of course, hollow as they are, with no foundation in the real world. The strange part is why it hasn't happened a long time ago, whne the takers first appeared. Now, at least, the takers are exposed and the world is young anew.

There is unrest...

and there is the Shadow Tribe...