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THE
HIVELING
CREATURE |
Dancing
without feet, watching without eyes, and roaring in a buzzing, shivering dialect
spoken by wings in place of a tongue. Most of what is known of the Hivelings is
from fleeting eyewitness accounts and ancients stories and songs. Most commonly
described as “a man made of bees”, they in fact take
many forms, using many kinds of insect as a host – though always swarming
insects, and it seems they cannot keep such a form for long. Foremost, this is a
creature of impossibilities; by rights it shouldn’t exist at all – and its very
presence invites questions that have few clear answers.
Appearance.
A Hiveling is a creature made up of thousands of smaller creatures – a swarm
which takes on a defined shape and intelligence, becoming an entirely different
entity from the creatures that make it up. Hivelings can consist of almost any
kind of swarming creature, so the appearance varies considerably. Because of the
density of the swarm, they often look very solid, and can be exceptionally
beautiful – a Groshmite Hiveling, for instance,
looks like a fantastic glittering figure whose skin is made up of countless
shards of flickering glass, each reflecting the waxy shine of the insects’
abdomens. Living Sand Hivelings, in contrast, are
more like a slender golem formed from a living
sandstorm. More common than either of these is the Honeybee
Hiveling, which looks a little like it is made of crushed velvet and broken
mirrors.
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Almost any animal that naturally forms dense swarms can make up a Hiveling. The
best documented examples are honeybees,
groshmites, living sand,
needle flies, dergimar flies,
pikewing moths, snowflake bugs, ter’ter, and
silverwood bugs, though there are rumours and old stories concerning Hivelings
of birds, and even bats.
The first thing people know of a Hiveling, though, is usually the sound they
make. Most swarming creatures make some degree of noise, be it the rustling of
wings, the buzzing of many insects, or the chittering-hissing of thousands of
tiny bodies moving as one. As you can probably imagine, this sound takes on an
entirely new aspect when under the eerie influence of the Hiveling. The sound of
a Hiveling is unique – a sonorous buzzing, loud and resonant enough to set the
teeth on edge, coupled with a soft whispering undertone formed from the
movements of so many tiny bodies. The strange way that the sounds rise and fall
can have an uncanny resemblance to speech.
Hivelings are essentially transient beings, as far as we can tell, and have
little in the way of a fixed appearance. There are a few commonalities, though.
Most often they take on a roughly humanoid appearance, without facial features
or much definition to the body. They do, however, appear to be able to mimic
movement beautifully, and reports of the phenomenon often remark on the
incredibly expressive gestures and body language of Hivelings which appear in
this form.
Though most Hivelings are fairly androgynous, specifically female Hivelings have
been seen, especially among desert manifestations – which usually involve the
living sand creature. In the deserts of Aeruillin, where they are especially
frequent, they are called "Svaigja" ("swaying ones"), for their constant dancing
motion. “Female” Hivelings seem, at least as far as witnesses are concerned, to
be very obviously female. They are usually described as having voluptuous,
sinuous forms which, though as shifting and nebulous as other Hivelings, seem
aptly to evoke the aspects of the female figure most noticeable to men.
Hivelings don’t always take human form,
either. In some places they copy elf,
dwarf, and especially orcen forms, usually
according to which race they live in closest proximity to. Like the
human shapes, these tend to be low in detail,
and it is only by generalities that the species being imitated are discernable.
Even animals are occasionally imitated. Horse-shaped
Hivelings may be seen around Phalagor in Aeruillin. Giant bird shaped
individuals seem more common in mountainous habitats, and the famous swarmghost
of Nothesby was known to take a highly unusual shape – like a massive flock of
crows, indistinguishable from real birds except for the rustling buzzing sounds
that replaced the cawing that a witness might expect.
The size of such creatures can also vary – some are truly giants, such as the
great dragon-shaped Hiveling of Mount Norong’Sorno, and
the aforementioned swarmghost of Nothesby, which, when in the shape of a man,
was said to stand over ten peds tall. This, though, is the largest ever
recorded, and the sheer number of insects required to sustain such a form make Hivelings this size incredibly rare. Most are around the size of an average
adult, or a little larger.
It seems that a Hiveling can, if it wants, take almost any conceivable shape; in
the jungles of Nybelmar, for example,
needle fly Hivelings take the form of a giant face
or hand. Though the shape of a Hiveling seems to be an important factor in its
behaviour, it would seem that almost anything is possible.
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Special Abilities.
Some scholars have argued that the Hiveling is merely the result of an unusual
and as yet unexplained behaviour among normal swarming insects. This seems
unlikely, however, given the clear intelligence displayed so often by Hivelings.
Though a swarm is often credited with a strange “hive mind”, which gives the
appearance of sentience, to stretch this to include the unnervingly recognisable
behaviours often shown by Hivelings seems beyond the pale.
The minds of Hivelings seem to have some haunting similarities with our own, but
approaching it from the other direction, as it were. They display curiosity,
understanding, and even give the impression of being driven by definite desires.
They are able to defend themselves, to interact with people they meet, to learn
by copying, and even to communicate. What meagre evidence we have on these rare
creatures must be read as suggesting they have levels of sentience as great as,
perhaps greater than, our own. Any more than that is hard to say, though there
have been many suggestions that they are some form of
Moh-Melor which specialise in possessing swarming insects.
As well as this extraordinary, incomprehensible mind, the individuals making up
this greater creature seem to carry an indelible link with each other, allowing
them to move with astonishing synchronicity and grace. Watching a man-shaped
Malise-Hiveling “walking” towards you, his feet several
nailsbreadths above the
ground, his hand stretching curiously towards you, brings home the immense
precision with which they move. This kind of motion seems to capture but also to
emphasise the natural grace and beauty of our simplest gestures.
A less documented but possibly very important ability of Hivelings is that they
can call insects towards them. As transient creatures, they seem to dissipate
after a period of time, but this can occasionally be several months, a lot
longer than the lifespan of the insects making them up. Several researchers have
remarked that any suitable creatures passing by will stop in their tracks as
soon as they come near to a Hiveling, and head straight towards it, until they
join the swarm. This is possibly a clue as to how they sustain what must surely
be an exhausting effort for individual insects. It could also hint that the Hiveling is indeed an entirely separate entity to the insects, which it calls to
for the purpose of creating a body.
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Territory.
Hivelings are found wherever sufficient numbers of swarming creatures exist, but
when they will actually turn up is almost impossible to predict. They seem to
lie dormant within hives for long periods of time, especially during cold
weather, when the creatures they use are often asleep anyway. The regional
differences are worth noting, as the type of host insect used seems markedly to
affect their attributes and character, so I will briefly outline them here:
The Malise Hiveling is more widespread than others; this is the closest to a “typical” Hiveling you can get, almost always forming a vague man-shaped swarm. It is also the most curious and communicative of the Hivelings, and is found throughout Sarvonia.
The Groshmite Hiveling is a more aggressive Hiveling, but not particularly dangerous. They most often take man, elf or orc forms, but will occasionally imitate large birds or other animals. They are found mainly in lightly forested areas of central Santharia.
The Dergimar Fly Hiveling most often takes a birdlike form, though humanoid figures are also seen. Often territorial, this Hiveling tends to protect specific areas, such as a mountain peak, from all intruders. It can be found throughout rocky or mountainous areas of northern Santharia.
The Needle Fly Hiveling, or "Nohopuku", is highly dangerous; it has taken to actively attacking humans and animals it meets. They are easily identified by their form of a fearsome face, which changes to a giant hand when attacking. Thankfully, they are rare but localised in tropical Nybelmar, especially the Jungles of Shar and the Drifting Woods.
The Silverwood Hiveling is uncommon, but impressive, as the silver sheen lends a more solid appearance to the shapes it makes. They form small figures, with a wraithlike, often elfish shape. This is the most common exhibitor of dancing behaviour. They are found in the Thaelon Forest and the Silvermarshes, where the mullogs refer to them as “joyful eru”.
The Living Sand Hiveling, or "Svaigja", is particularly playful, despite the fearsome reputation of their host creature. It usually manifests in feminine or horse-shape, which can move at incredible speed. This Hiveling is found throughout the deserts of Aeruillin.
The Pikewing Moth Hiveling is frequent in areas of the Krean jungles, where they form large, dangerous and swiftly dissipating figures known as “Shushuin”, a word which describes aptly the sound that the wings make as they rustle against each other. Though they are not often lethal, they can cause serious injuries – targeting lone travellers, usually in the shape of extremely broken and shifting figures, some of which are apparently headless.
The Snowflake Hiveling is little known, as its habitat is so harsh and its host insect so deadly. The few fragmented reports available speak of female figures who appear desperate to attract the attention of those who see them, but barely last long enough for a witness to get face to face.
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Ter’ter Hiveling, Norongon-dragon, or Faerhorál's Spirit is formidable,
but not really dangerous. This Hiveling forms out of the ter‘ters of the Lands
of Pain, taking a dragon-like form, with a wingspan
estimated at up to twelve peds.
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Habitat/Behaviour.
The behaviour of Hivelings – the aspect of them which marks them out as so
utterly different from other creatures, falls into three rough categories –
aggression, communication, and indifference. If you meet a Hiveling and it is
aware of your presence, the chances are that it will present one of these three
behaviours:
Aggression is the best recorded of Hiveling behaviours, though in truth it is
not nearly as common as often believed. That said, for anyone who meets with
aggression from a Hiveling and escapes, the experience will doubtless make a
major impression. More often than not the aim of these aggressive behaviours
seems to be more to chase people away than to attack or kill them directly.
Bird-shaped Hivelings especially seem to display this vaguely territorial
behaviour. One traveller described a magnificent specimen of
dergimar flies in the shape of a massive eagle,
which, in his words...
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“...swooped repeatedly at me, each time rearing back only
nailsbreadths from my
face and pausing before me, flapping its great gleaming wings so that they
surrounded me, each curving, shimmering “feather” appearing to shift and
merge with its neighbours, slipping in and out of the swarm as a whole.
After each swoop it would rear back, gain height and swoop again. As I
kept moving forward the margin by which it missed my face was reduced, and
I felt thousands of insects brush against my skin. As these attacks were
repeated with steadily increasing intensity, my nerve broke and I
retreated. As I got further away it dived a last couple of times, before
hovering at a distance, unmistakeably watching me, as if to make sure I
was definitely leaving.” |
This kind
of defensive behaviour is not entirely harmless, however. If it is a stinging
insect or a carnivore such as the pikewing moth,
the victim will be lucky to get away unharmed. It is unusual for serious injury
to be caused, though, unless the intruder categorically refuses to leave.
Paradoxically, despite the fierce intelligence and the incredible co-ordination
they show in their movements, Hivelings seem to be a little less dangerous, on
the whole, than the creatures that often make them up. Some have suggested that
Hivelings make a concerted effort to suppress the natural aggression of their
hosts, and attack from one means that it has lost control of the instincts
multiplied a thousandfold within its mind.
Some aggressive behaviours, however, are a great deal more dangerous than
risking a few groshmite bites. In the Jungles of
Shar, Hivelings formed from large swarms of needle
flies have become unusually predatory, a terrifying prospect that has earned
it the undying dread of local people. Known as "Nohopuku", translating literally
as “I will not speak”, it appears typically as a great fearsome face, which
growls and roars soundlessly at the victim, apparently aiming to scare them. If
they should open their mouth to cry out in fear, the face is seamlessly
transformed into a great hand, which reaches out as if to take the victim’s
tongue, and pours itself down their throat, so that they promptly choke to death
on thousands of needle flies. The insects then feed
on the unfortunate victim, before dissipating, all appearance of collective
intelligence gone.
Terrifying though such a prospect is, it is very uncommon. More frequent are
instances of Hivelings appearing to want to communicate with people they run
into. This is a most perplexing behaviour, most often because such attempts are
rarely very successful. As they have little in the way of voice, they have to
put all their communications into the form of mime or gesture.
Human or orcen
Hivelings are the commonest candidates for communicative behaviour, and
malise-formed ones especially seem to show an abiding
interest in people, and an almost desperate urge to speak to those they come
across. Unfortunately, the low success rate of such efforts means that we can’t
tell what it is they think is so important. To be face to face with such
earnest, determined efforts in a creature displaying all the traits of
intelligence, confusion, curiosity and frustration is an extraordinary, but also
disheartening experience, as the realisation dawns on both parties that the
message it is trying to convey is almost impossible to express through such
limited means.
Some scholars are attempting to create some kind of common language by which
they could communicate more meaningfully, but the unpredictable nature of
Hivelings makes this almost prohibitively tricky. Stories are full of
communication with Hivelings, though, and this combined with some of the
gestures often seen in Hiveling communication has led scholars to suggest that
maybe in the past people knew how to talk to these strange entities, and the
knack has been lost. This would certainly explain the frustration the Hivelings
show. Though most attempts at communication are unsuccessful, there are
exceptions among the Kaaer'dar’shin,
whose instinctive sensitivity to body language makes them better able to
understand the generalities that Hivelings are trying to get across.
Hivelings don’t always react to people with such vehemence. They are equally as
likely to act as if nobody else existed. To say that Hivelings can ignore
people, though, is by no means to say that people should ignore Hivelings when
in this “mood” (for want of a better word). They act entirely as if they were
alone, and some of the spectacles they produce like this form the most
incredible and telling accounts of Hiveling behaviour. This account was given by
a young Maeverhim boy, who
unfortunately declined to give his name.
Diet.
Depends which theory about what a Hiveling you believe. With the possible
exception of nohopuku, none have been witnessed doing anything that might be
considered eating. Some scholars claim that they are a parasitic entity a
somewhat like a specialised form of wraith, which
inhabits and controls whole swarms at a time, living off the food they have
stored in their bodies until the insects are “used up” and die of exhaustion.
This would explain their transience, and also the heaps of dead insects which
are occasionally explained as being “dead Hivelings”.
Yet another possible explanation is that they are immortal but formless spirits
which associate with large hives, possibly through a natural affinity with the
“hive mind” mentality, and occasionally embody the swarm for short periods of
time, a little like a guardian spirit. If this is the case, they never eat,
other than by indirectly using the energy the insects get from their food to
move. Unfortunately, the fragmentary nature of knowledge about Hivelings means
there is evidence that points to all and any of these behaviours, and other
behaviours, such as the nohopuku, which seems to dissipate as it eats, which
don’t seem to fit with anything else we think we know about Hivelings.
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Mating.
Who knows? These are creatures that seem unable to hold a solid form for more
than a few months. They’ve only ever been recorded alone, never together, and
their bodies are an amalgamation of thousands of tiny creatures, most often
composed largely of infertile workers, as is so often the case in social
insects. It’s hard to think of how they could possibly breed, hard even to know
if they need to, if, as some suggest, they are immortal. There’s so much we’ve
still to understand about these creatures that almost everything we can say
about them is based on conjecture and guesswork.
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Myth/Lore.
As aforementioned, the greater bulk of what we know, or think we know, about
Hivelings comes from ancient stories, songs and accounts. Some of the oldest
songs, telling of “malise-men”, and the untranslated
word “dronomin”, suggest that they used to be better understood, even able to
speak with people, but for some reason the closeness was lost between them, and
now they are these frustratingly mysterious entities that we can almost, but not
quite, connect with. Examples of this paradoxical relationship can be found in
many works, such as the following, a text so old that word of mouth has worn it
into something between song and story, and smoothed away rhyme or rhythm.
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Man Made of Bees I was in love with a man of bees. He came to me from the sighs of flowers and from soft green glades, melting into shape before me from the corners of wild places. He told me I completed him. He told me in a million voices that I was his queen, that without me he would drift apart, that piece by piece he would drop to the ground, lost and alone. His breathing made my heart shiver. He could not lie, or smile, but he had a million hearts, all strong and fierce and wild. He laughed at the sun, and knew the secrets kept within unopened flower buds. His eyes were the glitter of glass wings. He protected me from my enemies, his desperate embrace veiling me in yellow. He promised to protect me with every life he possessed. He brought me the childlike laughter of trees, and the stories written in fields of wild grass. But he was scared to touch me, he called me his girl made of raindrops, and said I was too impossible and too fleeting. I told him he was just as impossible, just as fleeting. I told him I would guard him against cold minds, against indifferent winds and callous storm clouds. He told me my eyes looked like lightning, and I told him his looked like the other side of shadows. He kissed me, and yellow velvet brushed my cheeks, eyelids, neck. He kissed me, and my lips burnt, my tongue, my throat, like a thousand poisoned needles. I put my hands in his, and my palms were punctured, my veins seared by soft venom. My throat closed, like a flower bud watching the setting sun. I watched his glittering eyes until mine blurred with raindrop tears, trying to cool the fierce heat of his kiss on my lips. I listened to his voice, calling my name as my body gave up on air. My heartbeat faltered, stopped. His million hearts scattered, to burst, one by one, the first raindrops in a storm. I was in love with a man made of bees. |
Aside from those described
in songs and stories, there are a number of famous Hivelings throughout history
who have made enough of an impact on local people that they’ve gained names for
themselves. The nohopuku has already been mentioned, but there are many others.
In Aeruillin is a horse-shaped Hiveling known as Dusty,
which, local folklore asserts, will grant four wishes to anyone who can beat it
in a race. Almost every kind of Hiveling seems to have a nebula of myth
surrounding it. Some are credited with divine inspiration, such as the snowflake
Hiveling, which the Ice Tribes
believe is an aspect of Nechya, their mother goddess, because of the way it
makes the usually deadly snowflakes harmless. Others are heralded as ancient
monsters; in the Lands of Pain, Hivelings take the extraordinary form of an
enormous, darkly glittering dragon, whose regular appearance round Mount
Norong’Sorno every 6 years has led it to be connected with the great black drake
believed to live in these parts, known as the Norrak, and even with Faerhorál,
the Demon Lord of Fire.
Perhaps the most famous individual Hiveling of all is the swarm-ghost of
Nothesby. This immense specimen was a near constant presence around the village
of Nothesby in the year 483 b.S. Many have drawn attention to the fact that this
was almost immediately before the formation of Tharania, and it’s true that, in
many places, Hivelings, with their mysterious transience and apparently urgent
messages to convey, are deemed to be important omens of great events to come.
The following account is from a report written by Iago Trome, the steward of
Nothesby at the time, to the mayor of nearby Thyslan:
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“My lord, I request your
advice in a matter of utmost singular nature – an impossible emanation of
the realms of fancy is haunting the village, and not one of us is able to
imagine what it could mean or how best to deal with it. The peasants call
it swarm-ghost, referring to a superstitious fairy-tale that I was at
first unwilling to believe, but I am finding myself forced to accept their
assertions as truth. I would not waste your time with such tales if we in
Nothesby were not truly at our wits end as to how to rid ourselves of the
creature – it has plagued us for almost half a year, and the distress and
confusion its presence causes is unbearable. |
The conclusion to the story of the swarmghost is controversial and subject to much rumour and scepticism. This account was written by an unknown cleric from Thyslan, sent in response to Trome’s plea:
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