Fiction:Nezuven Swarm

The Nezuven Swarm are a rapacious and sickening horde of rat-like creatures native to unknown parts, who famously did battle with the and its warriors. Their numerous warcrimes and utter disregard for nature made them feared, but they earned the wrath of the Khanornusi, who purged them form the galaxy utterly, and left none of them in Cyrannus to pollute or devastate it's lovely worlds ever again. The Nezuven were not completely vanquished, however, and the insidious, disgusting race continued onwards, building up their forces for another attack and preparing to rise again, and gnaw away at the universe and make it their own.

The Nezuven are a hateful race, driven by the worst aspects of any personality. They are greedy, self-obsessed, and concerned only with achieving greater power and glory for themselves. These craven creatures will never fight openly or with honor like their Khanornusi rivals, or races such as the Mendel, but resort to every underhanded, dirty trick they can come up with. Attacking their foes in the back, stealing their weapons, biting and clawing, nothing is off limits to the Nezuven. These cowards, once whipped into a frenzy and readied for battle, while fight little savage little beasts once they have the advantage of numbers and terror on their side, but will quickly collapse into anarchy once their foes know how to deal with them.

The Nezuven are lead by the 4 Lords of Vermintide, and driven to pollute, mutate and massacre everything in sight by these insidious warlords seeking to dominate the entire universe. Indeed, given their population, the Nezuven easily could, where not for how easily the Nezuven fall upon themselves for more power over their peers.

Creation
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War with the Khanornusi
At some unknown point in time, the Nezuven attempted to invade Cyrannus in order to overrun it and claim it for themselves, and their God, Great King Rat. Their goal was simply to take every single planet for themselves, and consecrate them to their god. They had taken a number of worlds in the unknown regions, and planned to reach further into the rest of the galaxy, when they encountered the Khanornusi. The rat-creatures thought the lizard-like beasts slow-witted and too shamanistic, and slaughtered the diplomatic party sent to them for being weaklings and fools. Then, simply because they could, the Nezuven invaded a number of worlds belonging to the Khanornusi, poisoning their food supplies, destroying many of their temples, and devouring their hatchlings and eggs out of spite. The Khanornusi, whipped into a frenzy and fury at these sins, waged complete war on the Nezuven, slaughtering their warriors in mass, and bringing many billions of Nezuven to their temples and preparing mass sacrifices to the Gods, sacrificing so many Nezuven, the number of sacrifices would not be equaled until the war with the Neraida.

So weakened and devastated by the war, the Nezuven left to find their home elsewhere, never to return to Cyrannus again, and becoming hateful enemies of the Khanornusi. Their journey took them far and wide, as they sought a realm close to Cyrannus, yet away from their hateful enemies.

Culture
Nezuven, as a whole, are some of the most self-centered and arrogant creatures in existence. Everyone of them believes he should be at the head of their armies, ruling their empire, and standing above their foes in battle. Every Nezuven yields a legendary arrogance about themselves that would make even the most posh of other races balk at their attitudes. Nezuven see every other race as inferior, no matter how strong, how intelligent and how successful, viewing them as a vermin and thieves taking positions that should belong to the Nezuven. Every Nezuven is dedicated the success of the swarm and the continuation of the empire and their leaders, yet none can actually agree on who it should serve, though all have the same answer; "Me!". Where it not for the fear that their leaders inspire, and constant use of propaganda and rabble-rousing over either rival Clans or outside races, the Nezuven would quickly fall in upon themselves and devour each other.

Despite their need to control and dominate others, Nezuven are just as prone to bowing and taking commands from any that inspire their terror or gives them the chance to get more power. They justify this hypocrisy through any number of ideas and excuses, and are willing to use violence if another's questions start to reveal their hypocrisy.

The Nezuven are also infamously poor at planning and executing, often throwing out massive warmachines, weapons and hordes of infantry to take certain worlds that catch their eye, but not all ready for when they actually get what they desire. While they love the idea of tearing down the lesser races and declaring themselves rulers of a world, what to actually do when they do when is too much of their conniving and thieving minds, and they will quickly will fall into in-fighting on what to do.

As whole, the Nezuven dapple with whatever can get them more power, and have no issue what so ever with exposing themselves to highly dangerous essence material or toxins if they believe it will get them victory, or at least a position over their peers. While has resulted in a few of the population rising to high positions with powers of sorcerery and control, the majority who dare dapple in this often end up dead, horribly mutated, or the victim of some viral plague. Whole Clans have been wiped out by Nezuven attempting to induce powers upon themselves through the use of toxins and plagues.

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