Hive... Or should I say, the Proto-Hive. Their King has fallen. Don't all Kings fall eventually? To see what my race has become... It's disgusting. Horrifying. Some may say making the pact with the Worms changed Hive life as we knew it, allowing us to build ships and break free from our planet-prison's surface. They were wrong. One tribe of us remain, Scepters of Cascade. We forsaw what would become of the.... Hive, as most call us now. Creatures of death, darkness, decay. The only reason we didn't succumb to the sweet, silken words of the worms... Was because of our leader Cascade. He has long sense perished, in battle with our brethren who yet are not related. Our numbers have dwindled. My own father sucuumbed to the influence of the Worms and seeked to infect the remaining Protius's. I killed him with my bare hands, ripping the sword out of his grip and shattering his once knew plate armor of bone with a single swing. We have enough technology now. We must flee, before we are Taken. I, Korvosck, will lead the Protius to a new home, and hopefully, a new beginning.