Kaegro

Clan Leader: An old soul, the Imperial clan leader made several sacrifices to get to where he stood. While Kaegro looked vicious on the outside, he was actually a kind ruler and treated everyone as family. He protected and fought for his clan until his dying breath and even continues to fight for them well after their fall.

The Fall: Kaegro was never much for following or making traditions; atleast not until after his scholar, Ossalur, put two and two together with Imperials becoming Emperors. Since then, Ossular studied the birth of Emperors in his free time with what materials he could gather while Kaegro made it common practice to bury their fallen in the clan by pyre so that there was no remains left to fuse into a monstrosity. However, as long as they thought they had to keep the practice going, nothing prepared them for a slaughter. Having angered and unintentionally starved the surrounding clans, they banded together to attack the Imperial clan in the mountain, overwhelmed by sheer numbers. The clans had no knowledge of how Emperors were born as this was still a very primitive world and the left behind the bodies of the clan but not after they sealed the fallen behind a magically sealed barrier of ice to hide their deeds. With the violent deaths and closeknit clan caused their sorrow and anger to errupt into the magical chaos that created the Emperor. Eleven heads were wielded by the monstrous beast, it's massive body filling most of the main cavern, but no matter how much or how loud it cried out, noone could hear them past the cave seal, their movements only causing small ripples in the ground. Their chaos was trapped... atleast until Sornieth's elements went into unrest. Day by day their attacks on the seal caused it to crack ever so slowly with the aid of the chaotic elements. Months passed... then a year... then five year and at last. Eight and a half years passed (3135 Days). They were free.

At first they were blinded by the dazzling light against the snow, a sight that they hadn't seen in many ages. How long has it really been since the giants saw the light of day? Since they were able to roam in the sun? The clan raised their heads to the morning sky and breathed in the cold air, snowflakes clinging to their frozen flesh. One by one, they all felt it, the anger, no matter how kind or strong they were before, it didn't matter now. Those that caused this suffering had to know their pain... but what they didn't know is that all in the battle had passed... all but two. A Tundra by the name of Nectarios, and Cerberus the anomoly; three Wildclaws made 'emperor', reanimated from the sheer amount of magic needed to resurrect the remnants of the Imperial Clan.