The Queen of Shadows

The Queen of Shadows


It is the charming and naive assumption of modern liberal thinkers that advanced cultures are inherently more civilised and benevolent.

Let me appraise you of the Lazloi.

This is a race of humans torn from their normal course of evolution in prehistoric times, manipulated and modified at a genetic level and then set to serve an alien culture whose nature and origins remains a mystery today.

Like The Shepherds before them, that alien culture disappeared in a cataclysm. Unlike other human client races, the Lazloi did not stumble into barbarism. They took possession of powers and technologies bequeathed to them and began exploring the universe.

Whilst we were discovering agriculture and building our first cities, the Lazloi had been exploring the galaxy for millennia.

What happened next is uncertain. Something stopped the Lazloi and caused them to retreat. They became reclusive and no longer travelled openly. Perhaps they feared the other human races and their far greater numbers. The Lazloi have always been small in numbers and bear few children. In spite of their long life and immunity from disease, they began to fade and diminish.

Now they lurk in the darkness between the galactic rifts, harbouring their fabulous technologies and their many secrets. Perhaps they are resentful of their new place in the universe. Their disdain of the lesser humans is matched only with their willingness to extend their terrifying technological prowess for their own ends. We can look to the recent demolition of an entire island as testament to that.

That gesture was the slightest stirring of their smallest finger. We have yet to see the consequences of their clenched armoured fist...

- Professor Alain Holsworthy, Mirokat University


Victoria 3 figures with 'The Dress', Ethereal Beauty skin textures, Razored Moffitt and Slick Hair, all from DAZ. Original space craft model and buildings created in Truespace. .

Rendered in Bryce 5.

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