Hive Fleet Nergal
20-11-2005, 01:33
The hive had permutated; changed; shifted into new forms.Trapped upon a world; the hive had splintered, split; great castes of insect humanoids forming the ruling castes of the two houses which now dominated an entire globe with cruel and logical progression. The first had fled northwards; carving out burrows and tunnels beneath the cold lands of the frozen north; trapping their prey and storing them from months in vast webs and larders; evolving; their humanoid prey nourishing them in body and mind. Soon temples, towers; mighty ziggurats and structures rose in the north; testaments to power and cunning. From the great halls beneath the frozen earth; these first Lords ruled with an iron talon; Arachnid monsters that chittered and hissed; mastering primitive speeches; sending forth their warriors to conquer and expand across the tundral wastes. They were the first...
The second, took to the desert sands; forging mighty structures; inventing and creating deep within their hot lairs; perched like trap-door spiders; waiting to pounce. Their weavings became robes; tapestries, garbs of their mighty leaders. The vast structures came like spiralling shells towards the sky...
But it could not last; this peace.
Insect warriors clashed on every front; the skies filled with the buzz of wings; the hiss of mandible; the scraping of claw against Carapace. The great Generals moved amongst the flock; cleaning with their mighty claws; spitting acid and venom; assaulting their enemies-once-kin. Far behind the front lines; the Elders brooded; before sending the first spores into the vast blackness. They would spread to the other worlds in this system; worlds where they alone would hold sway; not threatened by their sibling-rivals; or the indigenous species that was nearly extinct; a race of mischevious warrior-mages; violet skinned and cunning...Tricksy....
Blood littered the sands; green and yellow; shells torn asunder; inlaid patterns of black and gold, clashing against the cold blue hues of the Northeners; they hurled insults in primal tongue; sent intelligible psychic messages; even lashed out with psychic force as well as physical violence; as the battlelines that stretched across the horizon flared into continual war; and the empires that reigned from either pole watched on; at a world divided.
The second, took to the desert sands; forging mighty structures; inventing and creating deep within their hot lairs; perched like trap-door spiders; waiting to pounce. Their weavings became robes; tapestries, garbs of their mighty leaders. The vast structures came like spiralling shells towards the sky...
But it could not last; this peace.
Insect warriors clashed on every front; the skies filled with the buzz of wings; the hiss of mandible; the scraping of claw against Carapace. The great Generals moved amongst the flock; cleaning with their mighty claws; spitting acid and venom; assaulting their enemies-once-kin. Far behind the front lines; the Elders brooded; before sending the first spores into the vast blackness. They would spread to the other worlds in this system; worlds where they alone would hold sway; not threatened by their sibling-rivals; or the indigenous species that was nearly extinct; a race of mischevious warrior-mages; violet skinned and cunning...Tricksy....
Blood littered the sands; green and yellow; shells torn asunder; inlaid patterns of black and gold, clashing against the cold blue hues of the Northeners; they hurled insults in primal tongue; sent intelligible psychic messages; even lashed out with psychic force as well as physical violence; as the battlelines that stretched across the horizon flared into continual war; and the empires that reigned from either pole watched on; at a world divided.