Chrysalis

Beyn was a Priest and he was proud of that class. He had worked hard in the seminary, his faith blazing with an admirable glow, such that he had earned promotion and placement into a small village at a young age.

He still thought back on his time at the college, within the Path Sanctuary in Luxon. A mighty citadel filled with learning, preaching and the contemplation of the Path. He'd been happy there, tearing through scripts and sitting at the knee of his teachers, absorbing their wisdom and delighting in his deepening knowledge of the System and the way in which it improved the lives of all peoples.

Respect was due to the System, reverence also! It was omniscient, it was omnipresent and it had saved all of the civilised peoples of the world from certain destruction. It had shown them the Path to salvation!

That is what Beyn had firmly believed his entire life.

Looking around the dusty people surrounding him now, it was hard to comprehend just how he had come to be here.

Such wondrous happenings, such revelatory events, they defied understanding, let alone explanation. If he were to take his lessons, relate his experiences to his old teachers he didn't doubt that he would turned over the Seekers for questioning. Perhaps he would even be purged. Yet he could not deny the evidence of his eyes, nor the wellspring of hope that had erupted in his heart.

He had paid for his newfound belief with an arm, but it had been so worth it.

The evidence was all around him. The System had chosen to present its aid, its benevolence, through an entirely unexpected medium. Monsters! Ants from the Dungeon! It seemed preposterous, yet wasn't it said, "The ways of the System are unknowable by mortal mind"?

Truly none would have expected this turn of events!

"Priest Beyn" he was greeted by a passer by.

and our saviours clack their mandibles with

properly grateful. The monsters infesting the nearby woods had been nearly eradicated by the tireless workers, wood had been provided that was now being made into houses, fencing

moved amongst the burgeoning village now, smiling, giving blessings to those who approached him. An encouraging word here, a smile or a nod there, a hug and compassionate prayer for those in distress. Beyn moved amongst

troubled times, protection, given by the System itself in the

one hand to the sky and began to speak, his [Expert Preaching level 9] causing his voice to soar over the

thanks, O travellers! O weary folk of a fallen kingdom!"

to hear his sudden oration.

Monsters have risen to the surface in a way that hasn't been seen for thousands of

crippled priest. Monster pouring out of the Dungeon was the stuff

been delivered from Monsters, by Monsters! Our insect saviours, led by the Great One, have defended us,

level Preacher, he was able to read the mood of the crowd, sense the ebb and flow of emotion as his

as he spoke of the Great One. They'd seen it for themselves. The creature

idea how strange such an action was to the people here. To see a feared Dungeon Monster in the flesh,

Unheard of.

was unnatural. To Beyn, it was a sign of

here!" he roared, "the Great One is a MIRACLE. Sent to grant us succour in our time of most dire need! The monsters rise, friends! They rise but

the ant hill and bowing

your heart and let the workers of your soul build a tunnel to praise! The Great One has shown care for you. Do not allow despair to overwhelm you! Ensure that the directions of our saviour are met!

hands and bowed towards Beyn and towards the ant hill. Some were overcome with emotion, unsurprising considering what they had been through, and