Within the Swarm, there is no questioning one's place in life. Otherwise, such a thing could never exist. It is not entirely clear what it is, a shambling mass of body parts, not entirely matching, held together by globs and globs of ichor, the honey of the hive. The caustic liquid makes a fine weapon, though the shamblers are never sent into battle. Rather, they live out their lives grovelling before the Queen, feeding the larvae on their gelatinous secretions. Instinct: To infest

• Spread Ichor

General commander of the Bloody Knives mercenary company. Instinct: To command

• Charge into battle
• Charge!

Thousands of tiny legs. Thousands. All over, everywhere, descending from the webs of their Behemoth mothers. When left alone, these tiny spider-like Formian beasts will usually kill almost all of their brood in squabbles over food - only the strongest survive to grow into the hulking Behemoths. That said, it is almost as dangerous to encounter a nest of these as their mother. Instinct: To swarm

• Overwhelm with numbers
• Summon more skitterers!

What could be worse than a horde of Formian centurion swarming down on you? When you can't tell how many of them are real. The Hive-priests of the Swarm are rarely seen outside of the hives of the formians, but woe unto them that do encounter one. There's nothing particularly imposing about how they look, as long as you don't find regular Formians imposing. The main feature distinguishing them from the Centurions or workers of the Swarm is their underdeveloped wings, and the fact that they will tear into one's mind, creating hallucinations and pain. Instinct: To control

• Invade the mind of a victim

Instinct: To preach

• Public speeches
• Rally the faithfull
• For the faith!

Instinct: To experiment

• Summon the Plague
• False promises
• Wither

Dealy Instinct: Kills And Teloports

• deadly

Deadly Instinct: Every Thing

• Killing

Kind Instinct: Destroy Village

• Eye Laser

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