Chrysalis

We've killed a lot of Croca-Beasts already in our expedition. I don't know exactly how many children Garralosh has but we are seriously depleting the tables at the family reunion at the rate we are going.

I've now eaten so many of the basic Croca's that we managed to unlock the intermediate profile for them. It struck me again the riduclous number of specimens you need to consume to get even this far in terms of profiles. Just how many do you need to eat for the complete profile?! A thousand?!

What exactly does the complete profile communicate anyway? It must be something damn good to have such high requirements. Or, more likely, it doesn't and it's just the Dungeon messing with my head, as usual.

At any rate, the profile provided the following information:

Garralosh Infant :

Might: 31

Toughness: 17

Cunning: 9

Will: 6

These numbers are roughly in line with what I expected. From my experience with designing the new generation of workers, workers mk2, if you will, I know that it's so much easier to bulk up on physical stats than mental ones for a new monster. Even so, to produce monsters of this size, the cost compared to even my enhanced workers would be out of control. If I were to compare the output of the Queen to producing workers or Garralosh infants, the ants would outnumber the crocs more than five to one.

work was so damned

now that I think about it, these creatures were designed to be solo hunters, and they certainly manage to terrorise the upper levels just fine, being pretty much the baddest thing on the block around here. So perhaps Garralosh was correct in making sure their offspring could punch hard from

cooperation, garralosh wanted to create solo killing machines that would battle their own

rung in that Croc ladder is lazily swimming towards me, double tails trailing behind it. This thing is absolutely massive and I

Meditation.

into play immediately.

senses, heat detection, near 360 degree eyesight, hearing, scent, were flooding my mind with information, where my inner mind was filling itself with plans, thoughts, worries and distractions, there is now

like meditation? How effective can it be? At

vacuum, separate from the world an unassailable as

found was that I was so detached from my own body that a monster started chewing my antennae off and I was

the shadow beast off me I might have

the skill but

as placid as a lake that has no giant Crocodiles swimming in

skill brings the weft and weave of the magic is so smooth that the streams of energy seem to dance under the ebb of my

my sub brains, swirling around each other as they drawn down in concentric circles that grow tighter and tighter until a ball of condensed

task my main mind is dedicated. The ball of extraordinary energy looms so clearly in my mind and it's so simple to reach out with my thoughts and PRESS, squeezing until the