Razorvine вЂ“ in the form of tumbleweeds, or growing uncontrolled The Streets of the Hive.Ooze Portals вЂ“ grasping Ooze Mephits, possible Planar trip! But given the pace of this вЂњorganicвЂќ growth coupled with the squalor that spreads from the ward, this only serves to confuse matters.Д¬agequake вЂ“ earthquake, 3d4 damage Dex save for half The chant is that the Hive stretches and molds in a constant attempt to fit all of the sods living there comfortably. What today is a dead end might tomorrow be a four way intersection. The streets were not only apparently designed by a blind minotaur, but the constant breakdown and rebuilding of buildings on top of each other, as well as the creation of new Mazes, means that the streets of the Hive literally change overnight.

Walking around in the Hive is a difficult proposition. ItвЂ™s a mess alrightвЂ“though a basher flying overhead might make some sense of it. With space at a premium, new structuresвЂ™ rebuilt on top of old ones,giving a typical building the appearance of a stack of boxes about to collapse. A lot of Hivers use the pools for trash pails. The rain collects in brackish pools, some swelling to the size of small lakes. The gutters of the Hive are filled with garbage, and no one comes to clean it up. ItвЂ™s not just the filthy kips that cause the stink itвЂ™s not the lack of hygiene (though the only time a lot of these sods get a bath is when they fall in a mud puddle.) ItвЂ™s mostly because of the rain water. Compared to the Hive, an Arcadian swine barn smells like a rose garden. Death in the Hive wears a variety of disguises. If they had any brains, theyвЂ™d move to a safer ward.ДЇor most, life in the Hive is a tedious journey down a road of despair, with death waiting at the end not just any old death. ThereвЂ™s a saying about the Hive Ward: itвЂ™s got SigilвЂ™s dumbest murderers.

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