Hunting The Enemy
The Marduk Society has long hunted your kind. In the past great magics were worked to slay your people: fire called from the sky, inland sea's and lakes evaporated, water's poisoned so that no life could survive, even (it is said) agents of Marduk traveling into the rift to hunt the tribe where they are safest. In the modern day science and the reason of man has come to the forefront.
Still, the tribe survives. Since Marduk slew Taimat the Wicked Tribe has done nothing but survive, but what if they could thrive? In a world without Marduk, it seems a possability. Most Leviathans are content with their petty kingdoms, ruling over a small town or even a large city in some cases, but they all dream of being at the top of the food chain again. To be exalted as the gods they are by all men, to cast humanity back down where they belong. To bring Mother back.
The blood of all of Taimat's children whisper of this... but for you it is a call as loud as the thunder that slew her and as visceral and haunting as her final scream. The only question is: Can you find the courage to face the tribes enemies?