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

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

killing machines that would battle their own way up the evolutionary ladder. Not a bad approach I suppose,

next rung in that Croc ladder is lazily swimming towards me, double tails trailing behind it. This thing is

Meditation.

the expanse I activate my recently acquired meditation skill and its effect comes into play immediately. Like a shutter sliding down over an open window, my minds are suddenly cut off from distraction, from the outside

detection, near 360 degree eyesight, hearing, scent, were flooding my mind with information, where my inner mind was filling itself

one skill like

sealed into a vacuum, separate from the world an unassailable as the

chewing my antennae off and I was barely

off me I might have kept on casting spells whilst it tore

a little nervous as I activate the skill but as soon as I

placid as a lake that has no giant Crocodiles

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

streams of gravitational energy flow out under the direction of my sub brains, swirling around each other as they

this 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