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Battle for Titania

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Battle for Titania

The Bugmen - Aboriginals of the Red Hive

Wonder: The Red Hive: one of the last functional bugmen hives in the world. It is the size of a small mountain, built out of a plaster comprised of local red sandstone and the salivary excretions of a now-extinct caste of builder bugmen. A number of chimneyed minarets rise a hundred feet up into the sky were built originally to ventilate the Hive Mother and her eggs, but now they serve to maintain a cool and comfortable temperature for an interior bazaar operated by foreign traders.

History: Long before the humanoid races arrived on this world, before even the Otum or Kobtum had learned to stand on hind legs, Titania was ruled by a race of eusocial insectoids known as the Aboriginals. The Aboriginals erected mammoth hive citadels all across the planet, each housing hundreds of thousands to perhaps a million souls. These artificial mountains of plasterized rock and saliva were the only bastions of civilization on Titania for eons. Despite their extensive history, to nothing is known about Titania's aboriginal ages, as the insectoids did not develop writing until it was introduced to them by the humanoid races. Their society was believed to be alien and primitive, even by Titania's standards, as technological innovation moved at a virtual standstill over millennia of Aboriginal occupation. All aboriginal endeavor was fixated on the singular goal of ensuring the continued survival of the Hive Mothers and, by extension, their species.

The Hive Mothers were analogous to queen ants and bees on Earth. They were immortal beings, whose roles were to procreate and give guidance to their multitudes of children. The Hive Mothers commanded a primitive but powerful magic, and were capable of telepathic communication with all their children that fostered a profound maternal love within each of the Aboriginals. The Aboriginals lived and died in glad service their Hive Mother.

But the Aboriginals ultimately failed in ensuring the survival of the Hive Mothers when the Ghul arrived on Titania. Arrivals from another world, or perhaps monstrous demons that had forever lived deep under Titania, the Ghul were sadistic superpredators resembling giant corpulent grubs. Gifted with powerful command of magic and malign intellect, the Ghul easily bested teeming hosts of fanatical yet simplistic Aboriginals and reached the Hive Mothers in the inner sanctums. Their defeat was followed by violent episodes of gluttony as the Ghul devoured the Hive Mothers one by one. The loss of their Hive Mothers was felt by all surviving Aboriginals in the form of an agonizing trauma seared into the consciousness of the entire species known in their language as the Krzgagt: Great Sorrow. The Ghul were not satisfied with the consumption of the Hive Mothers, and used their magical prowess to enslave the leaderless Aboriginals to perform their bidding, whether that meant sending the Aboriginals to war against rival Ghul or simply ordering them to cast themselves into their open mandibles to be eaten. The Great Sorrow ended only when the Ghul had eaten their fill and left Titania, leaving only a fraction of the original Aboriginal population in their genocidal wake.

With their Hive Mothers gone and their population decimated, the surviving Aboriginals were left hopelessly adrift. In the absence of the Hive Mothers' leadership, the survivors attempted to rebuild what Hives remained and care for what remained of the Mother's Brood, the vast stores of Aboriginal eggs laid by the Hive Queens as insurance against catastrophic depopulation. Though millions of eggs remained and could be preserved indefenitely, without a single living Hive Mother the brood was still finite. Once the eggs had all hatched, there would be no new procreation of the Aboriginals. While the eggs could be rationed for a very long time indeed, the species was ultimately doomed.

For a time, the surviving Aboriginals attempted to stave off their inevitable decline by rebuilding their hives and looking to their defenses. But with the arrival of humanoid races on Titania, who were more inventive and aggressive, the Aboriginals were soon outcompeted. The humanoids took to calling the Aboriginals bugmen, viewing the native sentients as beasts to be enslaved or cleared out of the way. What few hives remained were almost all destroyed during the rise of the humanoids.

Today, only a handful of hives still remain standing, and of those even fewer are populated by bugmen, mostly in unsettled and inhospitable parts of Titania. Among those is the Red Hive, situated within the desert badlands of the southern continent. Though a shadow of its ancient glory, the Red Hive is still ruled by the bugmen, who have learned to adapt to and coexist with the humans, orcs, and elves who now occupy this world. The Red Hive serves as a caravan waystation for traders crossing the deserts. Proximity with the humanoids has cultivated adoption of their cultures and ideas, although they are fanatically devoted to protecting the sovereignty of one of the last remaining bugmen hives and what is likely the largest egg brood anywhere in the world.

Word has reached the bugmen of the Red Hive of iron islands in the seas to the north, bearing another wave of newcomers to Titania with fantastic technology. There is some hope among the bugmen that these newcomers could use their wondrous technology to revive the Hive Mothers, a hope tempered by numerous tragedies wrought by new arrivals to the world they once dominated.

Battle for Titania

The Light

Klak stood within a sentry's balcony atop the highest spire of the Red Hive some three hundred feet above the desolate badlands or even the hive's outer minarets. An incredible vista of the twilight desert was afforded to Klak and his entourage of fellow bugmen; the reds and vermillions of the setting sun set the craggy hills ablaze, hoodoos and mesas cast long black shadows across the glowing desert. But it was not the impressive sunset that had attracted the bugmen to this perch, but an even more entrancing phenomenon in the darkening skies to the east.

Set against the faint twinkling of dusk stars was pillar of light far to the northeast. A column of pulsing white-blue lit the eastern sky with a faint glow. The bugmen watched the display in enrapt silence, their antennae quivering with in some combination of awe and trepidation. The silent undulation of the glowing pillar reflected in the eyestalks of the gathered bugmen as they watched lambent pulses travel up and down the length of the pillar. The Light in the East began nearly a fortnight ago, but a dust storm over the region had all but obscured the display until this evening, and only now could the bugmen of the Red Hive clearly view the phenomenon. Merchant caravans had already brought word of the occurrence from foreign lands, but Klak wanted to see the object of such crazed rumors for himself. Laying his own eyes on the Light had only generated more questions in the mind of Klak the Dreamer, Steward of the Red Hive.

"Akarat," Klak broke the silence at last. "Do your eyes still see? Can you see this Light?" A withered and ancient bugman nodded in affirmation. He was held upright by two strapping nymphs as his legs and right arm had been reduced to withered stalks hanging limply from his torso. Even his antennae had fallen out, but his eyestalks remained, and they were fixed upon the Light.

"Yes, Dreamer. Not much of me works anymore but my vision remains. I see the Light."

"You are the oldest and wisest of this Hive, quite probably the wisest of all our kind left in the world. In your many years, have you seen or heard of anything that even resembles this?"

"I have heard pulsing lights in the lands of unending winter far to the north and south," recounted the bugman historian. "The humans call them 'aurora'. But those are transient and fast moving, lasting for an hour or so at most, not at all like this pillar of light that has shone for many days now. It is the closest thing that comes to my mind, but this Light is not an aurora; I confess that I do not know what it is."

"The humans say that the Light is an omen; that it portends the arrival of invaders," Klak continued. "World Eaters, they call them. Could this be a sign that the Ghul have returned to this world?"

"It would be unlike the Ghul to announce their arrival," said Akarat. "There was no such omen when the Ghul attacked. And even if they had, what would they return for? The Hive Mothers..." Akarat clenched his mandibles together in something of a pained grimace, as if the very thought caused him pain. "The Mothers are gone, and our kind numbers less than one three-thousandth of the population before the Great Sorrow. There is nothing left for them to gorge themselves upon on this world."

"Ghul or not, the rumors tell of invaders from beyond this world," a lithe and powerful nymph spoke up. "And if there is but a kernel of truth to these tales then this world faces a grave threat indeed. We must look to our defenses as our race has not fared well in the face of invaders from beyond the world."

"This is not our world to defend anymore, Warmaster Shkun," said Akarat. "This world belongs to humans, orcs, and elves now. If the tales are true, let them die in defense of this world. Our Hive's tunnels go deep and far, and the aquifer has never once dried. Why fight when we can simply retreat into the deepest reaches of the hive and wait?"

"Wait?" Klak asked.

"Yes," said Akarat. "If the rumors are to be believed, we must preserve ourselves and the Brood away from any conflict. Let the World Eaters come and go as the Ghul did. We cannot spare a single soul. The Brood is finite as you know; each one of us is irreplaceable. Let the World Eaters lay waste to the realms of elf and orc."

"So that we may resurface and lay claim to our doomed world? What will we do then, once the world belongs our moribund race once again? Wait some more, I suppose? Ever since the Great Sorrow, our kind has waited, waited without purpose. For thousands of years our kind has been waiting to die. We have rationed off the Brood, hatching each egg only when absolutely necessary to prolong its life. But we are only postponing the inevitable. No matter how much we conserve the Brood, no matter how much caution we take, some dark day in the distant future, the last egg will hatch, and with it goes our entire race."

"It is not entirely hopeless, Dreamer," Akarat. "I have heard rumors of a hive deep in the lands of unending winter, where their mother was preserved in ice. If she can be recovered-"

"I did not think you capable of such foolish optimism, Akarat" said Klak. "Frozen or not, the Ghul would not have left a Hive Mother uneaten. There are no mothers left, no royal brood. We, the Red Hive, are all that is left. If we continue to wait, we will die. Slowly and controlled but it will be a death all the same."

"These World Eaters are rumored to command magics that leave even the magicians of this world stupefied. If this is true, then perhaps their magic can return the Mothers to life."

"Forgive me, Dreamer, but that seems an even unlikelier possibility."

"I will not disagree, Akarat. But we must try every opportunity, no matter how remote, lest our kind continue to wait in vain. Some rumored ruin of a hive in the frozen antipodes will be going nowhere soon. But these World Eaters? They may represent an opportunity our kind will never see again."

"Warmaster Shkun, you will prepare a party to seek out these World Eaters," Klak ordered, gesturing to the pulsing light in the east. "They shall see what they are capable of. If possible, they will reach out to them and ascertain their intentions."

"As you wish, Dreamer, though I fear that I will be sending these warriors to their doom."

"So be it. If that be the case, our Hive - our race - is lost regardless."

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Battle for Titania

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Hmmmmm... I like it but, the history got me. There's not much you have to change but, if this is what Titania was in the past then that could be a problem especially the technology they left behind. We can make this work with some of the dwarves having access to these technology but, ultimately not being able to use it in their current state. This would in turn would create a rivalty between you and the dwarfs or you could say that this is what they believe their origins were but, in truth they cannot prove it to the other races due to the lack of their technology laying.

If you have other ideas in order to solve this then its fine with me. Though I liked it very much to be exact, especially the wonder as what was an vital part of your race still continues on to serve your race.

@Wildman13

I'd be happy to change whatever you need, so just let me know if I need to make an alteration or omit something.

As for the concern with their lost technology, I think it's a nonissue. Bugmen technology has been nothing but chitin spears and clubs for thousands and thousands of years. In an early post, I intend to showcase how fire - what we humans would consider a basic technology - was only ever introduced to the bugmen when humans began to interact witb them. Bugmen have been operating at or even below caveman technology for hundreds of thousands of years. Glad to see you liked the rest of the application.

Make a wish, corrupt a wish.

did u no that the last population of mammoths existed on Wrangel Island less than 4000 jahres ago? pretty incredible i wood say