Chrysalis

The waves are a mystery to us. Ever since the very first, during the cataclysm that came to be known as ’The Rending’, when huge surges of monsters were spawned in the Dungeon below and tore their way onto the surface in great numbers, we have failed to find the reason why ’waves’ of monsters suddenly flood the dungeon.

Some of my predecessors have postulated that the Dungeon uses the waves as a device to repopulate itself when monster numbers are too low and regular spawns are not sufficient to maintain a healthy population, whatever that may be. There is evidence to suggest that lower monster numbers increases the likelihood of a wave.

Yet there are records of waves occurring even when the dungeon is pact to bursting, though it is far more rare for this to happen, to be sure.

From the private notes of Alberton, Loremaster of the Legionem Abbyssi, Liria.

"You look fine".

"I don’t feel fine".

"Do you ever feel fine?".

"Shove off".

"It’s just a meeting".

"You can’t be serious. A formal call to arms before the entire court is a ’meeting’?!"

Titus shrugged, "this is the way your dearest aunt wanted it done".

Alberton grimaced and tugged at his lace collar once again, "you know I don’t like having to face my aunt".

"We really made a brave Legionary out of you, didn’t we Alberton?"

"Shove off".

"That’s shove off, commander".

enjoyed this kind of formal appearance. Titus

deep, black background. Under one thick

Legions court auxiliaries, charge with overseeing the organisations’ interactions with the

watching Alberton get presentable was the only enjoyable part

room, waiting to be announced. After some time an overdressed, wheezing

brought before the carved and gilded entrance

Legion, Loremaster Alberton of the Deep Legion!" boomed

staff, a massive stone shaft with an elaborately carved lion head

stepped forward into the massive hall. To their left and right the courtiers, officials and local power brokers turned to eye their approach, stepping back to clear the center of the floor, allowing them to approach the dais on which

and playing across the elaborately carved pillars that supported the ceiling were impressive each time

bright in her eye. Queen Verita had ruled with grace

irritated to see amongst the officials gathered near the dais some people he didn’t particularly want to meet. As if

who appeared to be completely rigid, his

be completely

had reached the edge of the dais they

at ease Legionaries" Verita

Verita"

now to Alberton, who by this point was

to see you again. For too long you have avoided our presence, burying yourself in study. I am very pleased you were able to attend this

Alberton out to visit. The idiotic Loremaster was supposed to scrub himself up and come to court every now and again to keep his doting Aunt happy. If he’d been skipping out on coming here then forcing

uh,

by her wayward relatives discomfort, Verita indicated to the gathered dignitary adjacent to the dais. "We have gathered representatives here of many of our great cities prominent groups to discuss the activity within the Dungeon and the course of action

all chatter in the room ceased and Titus cleared his throat

little as three days, perhaps four. In addition to this, Legionaries on guard witnessed a monster ant close to the surface. Due to the special nature of this creature, the

was a slight pause before

her official Union leather armor, blue cape expensively cut

majesty, if I may?", she bowed towards