The Broodweb of the Hollow Bloom
For generations the Broodweb was a drifting pattern of isolated mycnoid circles connected only by couriers and instinct. The Gray Cinder Rot changed everything. Entire caverns collapsed, hunting tunnels turned poisonous, and a third of the old brood-lines disappeared. In the aftermath, three surviving circles met in a place where mineral water fell through the ceiling in luminous threads. They realized that spore-song could preserve not just feelings but instructions, maps, and warnings. The first Broodweb was literally woven from memory. Its first century was defined by rescue and consolidation. The faction became famous for guiding refugees through the deep roads and for healing the poisoned lands left by mining wars. Their great triumph was the Night of a Thousand Shelters, when they opened every spore-house they owned to thousands of stranded civilians during a region-wide collapse. Their great setback came later, when a conservative sovereign called the Deep Orchard tried to keep the Broodweb politically neutral. The decision protected them for a time, but it also left them unprepared for outside powers who learned to exploit their patience. The watershed moment came 180 years ago during the Hollow Bloom Schism. A hidden cadre of mycnoids attempted to fuse a hostile colony into the Broodweb by force, using memory spores to erase dissent. The plan was exposed after the new converts began speaking in fractured versions of the same voice. Civil war followed. Half the network burned, a sovereign was exiled, and the surviving leaders vowed never again to let unity become tyranny. That vow shaped the modern Broodweb: publicly compassionate, internally wary, and forever torn between communal harmony and coercive survival.
Spore-bonded subterranean confederacy, part shrine, part refuge network, part living archive · Generally lawful neutral with quiet drifts toward neutral good in the public circles and unsettlingly pragmatic neutral evil in the hidden knots.
The Broodweb of the Hollow Bloom
“Guard the seed, honor the dead, and let no one starve alone.”
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