Hive (| haɪv |)
The Adamant Razor Hive
Waking up in the middle of the ravaged city, a lone desert glutton remains in the tattered remains. Hive, disorientated and confused, tried, and tried to remember what he was doing.
He murmured to himself, in the solitude of his psyche, he whispered:
Already in a weak and an extremely vulnerable state for his already weak physique, he hovered around the desolation of this wasted ruins. This place was once called the City of Barragebury, now turned the ruins, and wastes of what remains.
Hive would continue to wander around these wastes for days, with his miniature coat to cover what remains of his small hive colony. Days turned to weeks, and weeks into months. During this time, Hive wandered the ruins and encountered a motley mix of people, all of which shares one thing in common: their raging hate for him. Beaten and bruised, with lots of his gluttons already dead and Hive’s alpha starving, he was ready to accept his death from hunger, in his already short-lived life.
But one day, the light of salvation had reached him. A lone ‘doctor’, Jericho, rescued Hive from the wastes of the remains. The doctor, not even asking for anything, not even his name, took him under his wing and nursed him back to health. The saintly light and radiance that was emitted from him was nothing short of a divine miracle.
After a few days in his care, Jericho would gently treat Hive to various rations and foodstuffs he had available; Hive would always tear through and consume all of it in an instant. The only thing that Jericho said after Hive’s awakening, he asked but one thing:
More days would pass, and Hive would continue to learn more about Jericho and his work.
Jericho was a scientist who graduated from the University of Sciquis, previously he had already been a professor and esteemed guest lecturer at many of the classes at the main campus at the Bountiful Planes, however after a series of events that occurred a few years prior, he decided to move to The Converging Valleys to investigate and settle alone.
After examining through their various small chats while he was resting, Jericho eventually offered Hive an honest deal. He changed his face, truly a paradigm shift in their dynamic. Speaking in a much sterner voice, Jericho says:
Cutting off, Jericho, Hive immediately uttered the first words he would say, though it wasn’t really said verbally, he spelled out his first words using mana glyphs, writing out:
From that day onwards, Hive and Jericho would grow closer as student and teacher. Hive would learn much about toxicology and poisons, the studies of sciences and many forms of survival skills. Hive would learn about the technologies of the world and its vast and open beauty. Hive learned to speak a plethora of languages and even understand the nuances of speech and intonation. Hive even learned how to feel, and for the first time, he felt an emotion – overwhelming gratitude, to the man who saved him from the brink.
Years would pass until Hive would learn everything Jericho had to impart on him, less of the various tricks he had up his sleeve and experimental research. Being able to cast spells; survive out in the wild, and even communicate with others, Hive was now ready to brave the open seas of The Converging Valleys.
Unbeknownst to a person of character such as Jericho, he would not know that Hive still harbored an immense hatred over humans. Jericho’s own ignorance of this would lead to Hive’s biggest flaw, overlooked by the continuous successful results that Jericho fruited. Still burning with an oven of hate within the flaps of the alpha’s wings, Hive still very much held a hatred for humans, after all they were the first to attack and shun him to the brink of death.
With this not in his mind, Jericho left Hive to his own devices and eventually Hive left of his own accord. Shortly after, Hive would arrive in The City of Oasis and be rid of the three precious relics from his master to be stolen: An adamantine shell, housing the Desert Glutton Alpha; A golden belt buckle that helped him regulate his unnatural ability to adapt, and finally a vial of giants’ potion, a homebrewed concoction from the doctor himself.
After being rid of the relics, he would also be warped into a strange dimension-like tube to wander for days on end, until he encounters a motley crew of adventurers that seemed to be hostile, and more importantly…humanoid.
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