Chrysalis

Chapter 16

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".

for a moment before chuckling awkwardly. Neither of them enjoyed this kind of formal appearance. Titus felt compressed in his court garb,

the Legion stitched in blue thread on a deep, black background. Under one thick arm he carried his dress helm, polished to a mirror shine until the metal

most elegant robes, his beard had been washed, washed again and then combed before being oiled. The Legions

to admit that watching Alberton get presentable was the

the throne room, waiting to be announced. After some time an overdressed, wheezing courtier entered

gilded entrance doors, where,

the Deep Legion, Loremaster Alberton of the Deep Legion!"

the floor three times with his staff, a massive stone shaft with an elaborately carved lion

off the vaulted ceiling as the two Legionary officials 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

light streaming through the large, arched windows and playing across the elaborately carved pillars that supported the ceiling were impressive each time he saw them. Liria had been prosperous for a long time and the throne room reflected that wealth and power

the throne sat a matronly woman, advanced in her years but with the sharp gleam of intelligence still bright in her eye. Queen Verita had ruled with grace and wisdom for more than thirty years, much beloved by

near the dais some people he didn’t particularly want to meet. As if detecting his souring mood, Corrin, the Mercenary

Alberton, who appeared to be completely rigid, his eyes locked to

would be completely useless,

the edge of the dais they immediately saluted

may be at ease Legionaries" Verita greeted them

Verita" Titus replied

point was almost in panic as

you have avoided our presence, burying yourself in study. I am very pleased you were able to

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 him to attend in full formal garb

honor, your uh,

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

we can expect a wave to break in the first strata in as 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 Legion intends to advance deeper into the Dungeon and exterminate the colony. In order to facilitate

the conclusion of his speech, spoken rapidly with military precision, there was a slight pause before several officials began chuckling openly whilst others

Union leather armor, blue cape expensively cut to flow from her shoulders, stepped

if I may?", she bowed

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