Sromarges

"From smallest midge to mightiest dragonfly, his dominion ruled the spaces between earth and sky. In their countless wings beat the rhythm of life renewed."

The Buzz of Creation

Before the Black Fire scarred creation's face, Sromarges commanded the vast armies of flying insects that maintained nature's delicate balance. As one of the first hundred Eeirendel, he embodied both creation's grandeur and minutiae - for in his realm, the smallest creatures performed the mightiest works.   His earliest manifestations took countless forms, from clouds of glittering butterflies to swarms of industrious bees. The ancient chronicles speak of his voice as a harmonious drone, his words carried on millions of buzzing wings. When he walked among the flowering fields, pollinating insects rose in his wake like living coronas of light.  

"Through compound eyes he viewed creation's splendor, seeing not single flowers but vast fields of color no mortal eye could comprehend. His children brought life with every wingbeat, death with every sting."

Keeper of the Sacred Hives

Sromarges maintained an especially close alliance with Etsnell, his fellow deity of flying insects. While she governed their beauty and grace, he commanded their vital role in nature's cycles. Together they established the first great hives, the sacred swarms that would spread life across barren lands.   His relationship with other gods proved more complex. The agricultural deities sought his favor for pollination, while those commanding birds often clashed with him over territory. Yet all recognized his critical role - for without his children's endless labor, countless species would vanish from creation.  

"In the drone of bees lies creation's pulse, In the flutter of moths, night's secret heart, Each wing bears purpose, each sting bears strength, In countless small deaths, life finds its start."

Hymn to the Swarmfather

The great Hive-Cities he raised put human architecture to shame. These massive structures, built from divine wax and royal jelly, housed millions of his sacred insects. Each was a perfect embodiment of order and purpose, geometric precision given form through countless tiny laborers.   During the years before the Black Fire War, Sromarges focused on establishing what he called the Great Pollination - an intricate network of migratory routes for his flying swarms. This system would ensure that even if some regions fell to corruption, life could be renewed from secured sanctuaries.  

"His wings numbered millions, yet moved as one, His eyes saw all paths, from dusk until dawn, Each drone a soldier, each wasp a guard, Until the Black Fire proved them pawns."

The Fall of the Swarm

When corruption first touched his domain, it manifested in subtle ways - slightly altered flight patterns, minor mutations in otherwise healthy hives. Sromarges recognized the danger too late, after the Black Fire had already begun transforming his children into instruments of horror rather than life.   The war proved especially devastating to his realm. The Black Fire twisted his insects into nightmarish forms - wasps that injected pure corruption, locusts that devoured hope instead of grain, butterflies whose wings bore patterns that drove viewers mad. His own power turned against him as swarms fell to darkness.  

"We found the sacred hives empty, their wax walls etched with prophecies written in poison. The few remaining bees had grown to monstrous size, their honey thick with madness."

Reclaimer Scout Report

His final stand took place at the Grand Hive of Eternal Spring, where he attempted to preserve at least one pure strain of each species under his care. The corrupted swarms overwhelmed even his divine power through sheer numbers, proving that even gods can drown in their own blessings turned curse.   After his death, his domain fractured. While some insects retained their original purpose, others became vectors for spreading corruption. The knowledge he had accumulated over eons - the sacred dances of bees, the secret languages of ant colonies - became fragmented and twisted.  

"In dying he sought to shield his smallest children from corruption's touch. Yet in death, his power shattered like a fallen hive, leaving only broken fragments of his once-perfect design."

Final observations of the Last Hivekeeper

His successor, Basi-Cûn, inherited a realm forever changed by corruption. Though some natural cycles were preserved, the perfect order Sromarges had maintained was lost. Now, flying insects serve both life and death, their ancient purpose shadowed by lingering taint.