Vul'kuroth
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"There shall always be a fear of the dark... Be what they fear..."
Vul'koroth opened his single eye, his head turning as he looked around and worked to get his senses back to him. Over the ages he has been resting and feral, he had lost his way. Once the hive mind of the Swarm had kicked in, it had caused a dizzying effect on him for several moments, but he quickly regained his composure. It was clear that much had happened while he rested deep within his burrow, and it appeared this hive was in need of a proper warlord.
Around him, his ancient warriors roused, feeling the mental prodding of their leader call them back into proper action. The smallish creatures where powerful in a swarm, but alone they could not do much. Massive, overwhelming odds would be what they needed in order to complete an objective, but they would almost always do everything they could in order to complete that task. If the monster could have smiled, he would have, but that was an expression for humanoids.
Reaching the wall that had been grown in order to contain him, as well as greatly dampen his connection to the hive mind, Vul'koroth would run his scythe like claw along it, probing for weaknesses. It only took a moment to find it, and when he did, he would press the claw into the nerve bundle that kept the room sealed. It would be an instant later that his mind would be felt within the hive mind once more. The overwhelming mind of an ancient warlord.
"Hear me, and listen... Vul'koroth, Herald of the Hivemind, has awoken and assumes his position of warlord... Any warlords who dare challenge me for this right shall step forwards and battle me..." He called out across the hive mind. The mindless, the animalistic, they would not understand, but anyone able to form their own thoughts, their own desires within the hive mind, they would know what this was about.