A Gargantuan Swarm of 1,000 Commoners is a horrifying sight – a roiling, churning mass of bodies pressed together in a frenzy of panicked movement and desperate violence. It's not a coordinated army, but rather a collection of ordinary people – farmers, merchants, blacksmiths, bakers – ripped from their lives and thrust into a nightmarish situation. Their faces are contorted with terror, rage, and confusion, and their hands clutch whatever makeshift weapons they could find in their last moments: daggers, knives, improvised clubs, and even farming tools.
The swarm moves with a terrifying, unnatural speed, a wave of flesh and steel that crashes over anything in its path. The air around it is thick with the sounds of screaming, the clang of metal on metal, and the wet thuds of bodies colliding. It's a chaotic, unpredictable entity, driven by primal fear and a desperate, unfocused desire to survive.
Behavior
The swarm is inherently chaotic and uncontrollable. It doesn't follow orders, strategize, or show any signs of higher reasoning. Its primary motivation is to lash out at anything it perceives as a threat, driven by a collective, animalistic panic. It attacks indiscriminately, prioritizing creatures that have harmed it or those that are closest. The swarm will relentlessly pursue a target until that target is dead, or until another, closer threat presents itself. It is just as likely to trample its summoner as it is to attack intended foes.
The sheer mass of bodies makes the swarm incredibly difficult to navigate. Creatures caught within its space are overwhelmed by the press of flesh, constantly battered and shoved. The swarm's attacks are not precise strikes, but rather a flurry of desperate blows from hundreds of individual commoners, each striking out in blind panic.
The swarm exhibits a heightened frenzy when it smells blood. The scent of injury seems to amplify the collective rage and desperation of the commoners, driving them to even greater heights of violence.
The only mercy offered by this horrific entity is that it cannot truly heal or replenish its numbers. It is a dwindling force, doomed to eventually collapse under the weight of its own injuries or disperse as its numbers are thinned. However, until that point, it represents a cataclysmic force of nature, a tide of screaming, stabbing humanity that leaves only devastation in its wake.
