Chrysalis

For the time being Tiny and I resist the temptation to try eating this strange tree creature. After a few minutes of tickling I back away a few steps, making it clear that tickle-time is over and I wait to see how the creature will respond.

After wiggling about on the ground for a moment, then giving me the puppy dog eyes for a little while longer, the strange branch monster eventually stands up. Now that it’s standing on its own two feet I can get a better look at it.

This thing is skinny! Rather than a walking tree it puts me more in the mind of a stick insect. The body is more of a branch than a trunk and four humanoid like limbs extend organically, with little sign of joints. The monster doesn’t have a head of any kind really, the face peeks out from the top of the torso, the wrinkles and grooves in the wood giving rise to surprisingly expressive features.

Tiny is radiating disappointment as he gets a closer look at the monster. I think he’s sad at how thin the monster is, it isn’t likely he’d be able to get much of a feed from it.

Blissfully ignorant of being weighed for Biomass the .... Branchie? The Branchie looks at the two of us with eyes twinkling deep in that weathered face before gesturing for the two of us to follow and walking briskly off into the forest.

I hesitate for a moment before I decide to follow. I’ve not seen anything in this forest that is a match for Tiny and myself at this stage, we should be fairly safe. Besides, I want to learn a little more about this walking wood stick if I can, it seems relatively harmless and is the only creature other than Formo that hasn’t reacted with hostility upon seeing me.

So I follow along with Tiny trundling in my wake. It isn’t long before we have to speed up though. The Branchie is fast! Despite being shorter than Tiny, so skinny a stiff breeze could knock it down and not having knees, the Branchie really motors along!

Could it be the lack of air resistance?

Whatever the reason Tiny and I have to quickly raise our pace and in the end we have to sprint along behind the Branchie for ten solid minutes before it finally stops when we reach a beautiful section of forest.

A small pond in the center sits perfectly still, ringed with spectacularly old looking trees. The air is so still here, as if nothing has drawn breath in this spot for a hundred years.

The Branchie smiles at us, the folds and twists of the wood curving to create the expression, before walking towards one of the trees and just, blending into it. I almost can’t believe my eyes, one second the Branchie was there, walking, and the next it was just ... gone!

signals from the nearby trees. Curious, I wind my

though. I get the feeling these

this spot for these tree creatures to make their homes here. My attention turns back to the pond. Do I detect

lights up with a faint response. The water is infused with mana! Nostalgia comes flooding back as I recall the pond in the first

This water probably has similar properties,

in this water with their roots may have

and can even create life itself! I can’t help but feel that somewhere deep in the Dungeon the source of this energy resides. I have no evidence for that but it just

Actually....

come

how did it get into this

mind I retreat from the pool about thirty metres, Tiny trailing curiously behind me. Once I’ve created enough distance I start to dig! Furiously ripping into the dirt with my mandibles I make

long I’ve managed to tunnel down ten metres, slightly angled towards the pond. Gasping for breath

tendril of mana that reaches up

It’s the Dungeon!

the waters of this pond. If I were to dig

to thank those Branchies somehow, they’ve saved me a

which will allow me to more rapidly develop my

I throw myself into my digging efforts, burrowing deep under the pond to try and avoid the saturated water I try to connect myself

to that thin tendril of Dungeon but when I do it is a glorious