Deep in the stout forest of the Little Greenwood
, a golden hue lights the darkness, glowing with an ethereal light as the sweet scent drips through the air thick like honey. Buried amongst the short and stout foliage rests one of the few natural wonders of the forest, outside of the odd flora that calls this area home. A loud hum echoes as one drifts closer to the sickly sweet smell, clothes dusted with pollen as the glow brightens, welcoming the lost into caverns of wonder, laced with honey and wax. This massive structure was once the ancient home of bees as large as a Mauskin
, but now, it is the residence of the Greenwood Bumbles
The Ancient Honeycombs, even with its golden treasure, is a place to be feared by the small races that call the Little Greenwood
avoid the area, having little reason to venture into the depths of the forest where the ancient bees once lived. Only the Mauskin
have a deeply entrenched instinctual fear of the honeycombs and the horrors they could bring for ones so small. For a Mauskin
, child or otherwise, the sticky enticement of the Ancient Honeycombs is a deadly sentence.
Full of deep holes filled with sweet camellia honey or sticky wax, the caverns of the Honeycombs are a haven for the bees of the Little Greenwood
. If anyone dared to enter and reap the benefits of the golden treasure, the sweetest honey in Isekai, made from the ancient blossoms that once filled the forest, would flood the world, a delicacy without the price of luxury. But the Honeycombs rest in Mauskin
territory, a traditional unspoken boundary that few in the forest have dared to cross with poor intentions since the War of the Giant Camellia
. Only the Mauskin
could reap the benefits of the Honeycombs, but their fear of it is as great and true as their dislike for Felines
Landscape via Artbreeder, created by RiverFang
Few outside of the Mousefolk
have seen the Ancient Honeycombs
, but it is said that they reach up like a glowing wall of gold, dripping with honey and pollen as old as the forest.
Long before the Greenwood Bumbles
became the largest of the bees to live in the Little Greenwood
, the bees of old were said to stand the size of a full-grown Mauskin
, with wings spread as large as an eagle in flight. While non-threatening, these large bees found great joy in the giant flowers of the forest, including the giant camellias that the Mauskin
so often raised their young in. Stories still survive about those younglings that were whisked away by these ancient bees as they took the pollen of the camellias back to their hive. For children, these magnificently large creatures were predator and their small forms were prey.
As centuries passed and the giant bees of the past became the much smaller bees of the present, the Mauskin
began to venture into the Ancient Honeycombs in hopes of farming and cultivating the bees and their hive like they had done for so many things in the Little Greenwood
. Even then, stories of horror arose as their Bards
told of those who had perished in the Honeycombs, drowning in the sweet nectar of the bees. Others had suffocated beneath the thick wax that built up in the caverns. As the stories continued and grew in their exaggeration, the fear of the Honeycombs became entrenched in the Mauskin
. The sweet enticement of the Honeycombs could only mean death.