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Welcome to the hive. The Queen has slipped passed the MistGuard and fallen deep into the dreamscape. Here in the Midst there is no need for food and there is no true death...but the power of the mind is nearly omnipotent..and what you believe becomes a truth you can hardly escape. The reality of the hive mind continues even as its colony evolves into a surreal affair. The drones are changing but subtly and though the gate was open to the colony its business has not remained unnoticed by the Dream Magus. The master of will approaches the hive construct, a scowl of consternation etched on his brow..but an idea occurs to him and he resolve to try it. Deep in the honeycombed lair the queen senses an awareness..the whisper of a sensation tingles down the surface of her antennae. She becomes motionless and listens. A phantom energy mocking the familiar vibration of sound enters her consciousness..and somehow she knows it is called ,by its source, a voice..a voice using a pattern of growls only "mammals" use..She shrugs off the growing knowledges fluttering in her reality being called "language" in the mammal's voice, and concentrates on the..feeling..the intent resonating inside its rhythms. "Go". It lures us to go? "Return, I beg" The insolence!?.."GO back".."DANGER..you are lost..HERE is no home"...The daring!"she begins to reply:"You presume.." "-You CANNOT stay" IT interrupts! "..The hive..it will grow..STRANGE..WILD..drones for queens.queens for drones.Distortion.DISEASE!" and her wings become rigid, antennae curl close to her beak..She believes she understands..but..she remembers: the tunnel of flight, the war of drones..."It would have us return to the old swarms, to our mother's winds..we cannot.I(a concept she learned only when she had fled her mother's winds)..I..will NOT...I will dance..." and she begins the dance of death... a blur and a haze pours out of the mass of beliefs and the magus sees his failure streaming out toward him in desperate frenzy. above and to his side he almost fails to notice another tendril of rage streaming out of a crack in the hollows of a tree that he could swear had not existed moments before..A drop of worry falls to the pit of his imagination" she is distinctly clever for her kind. This he knows for the time is already becoming THEIR miststory..and he must use any means to contain it..The Mist he knows..hopes..still abhors death and ghosts within its dimension..those he destroys will be rejected back into their homeworld, alive but dizzy and orphaned from their queen and "sentient". He silently conjures smoke and flame in his staff hoping for swift and decisive strokes that will stun the queen into submission..but he winces in frustration as he sees before his eyes the beginning of his dread. Inside the swarms..already..anomalies are taking shape..and he watches in awe as a swell of them fitfully masses becoming a single hulking shape.Perhaps COMMUNICATION was the wrong choice here... Clan Appzz is a guild for the Vortex Profit Gaming League on facebook. This is the twisted Legend of Clan Appzz a hive of insects that entered the Living Mist entity and began a wild evolution within the dream scape. Unless they can be contained by the MistGuard and the DreamTaster an ancient self appointed keeper of the Lost Mist. Legend of Clan Appzz is an epistory for Role Play Legend of Vortex. Visit Vortex RP Forum HQto apply for R P character or guild creation.