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".

awkwardly. Neither of them enjoyed this kind of formal appearance. Titus

stitched in blue thread on a deep, black background. Under one thick arm he

elegant robes, his beard had been washed, washed again and then combed before being oiled. The Legions court auxiliaries, charge with overseeing the organisations’ interactions with the nobility, had almost had to tie the Loremaster down as he howled and protested the

to it, Titus would have to admit that watching Alberton get presentable was the only enjoyable part

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

and gilded entrance doors, where, after a pause they

Titus of the Deep Legion, Loremaster Alberton

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

courtiers, officials and local power brokers turned to eye their approach, stepping back to clear the

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

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

the dais some people he didn’t particularly want

only sigh and glance back at Alberton, who appeared to be completely rigid, his

be completely useless,

the edge of the dais

be at ease Legionaries" Verita greeted

Verita" Titus

Queen turned her attention now to Alberton, who by this point was almost in panic as the eyes

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

order drag 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 was possibly the Queen subtly punishing her shy

uh, Aunt"

representatives here of many of our great cities prominent groups to discuss the activity within the Dungeon and the course

Queens’ announcement all chatter in the room ceased and

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 this level of activity, the Legion is formally

there was a slight pause before several officials began chuckling openly whilst others

cape expensively cut to flow from her

majesty, if I may?", she

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