Chrysalis

A crash resounded through the room as Irette Plamine hurled her glass across her private study. The crystal vessel struck the ornate carved stone bookshelf built into the wall and shattered, flinging shards across the room. The only other person present, the youngest member of her triad, Biritite Cryslas, flinched as her true skin repelled the sharp slivers and tried to pacify her leader.

"Th-They can't have gotten far, we still have tracking spells attached to the two of them, we'll know where they are shortly."

Plamine rounded on the younger Shaper in a fury, her hands slashed through the air as she spoke as if she were attempting to strike down the reality around her.

"Know where they are? Oh, I know where they are. I received word two minutes ago that they surfaced not a hundred metres outside the gates of Stonehall!"

"No!" Cryslas gasped.

"Oh, that's not all! They hung around just long for every guard on the wall to spot them before fleeing. They'll have geomancers trace their tunnel straight back to us!"

Plamine's eyes were wild with rage as she explained to her triad member the depth of the disaster that had just taken place. That stupid bug! All it had to do was die and their backers in the city would be happy. How could they anticipate one pitiful insect would be so difficult to kill?!

"Can we insert our own people into the city's search party? They must be a Shaper, right?"

"They never use anyone who isn't totally loyal to the Warrior's circle! Don't be so stupid," Plamine said.

She resisted the urge to strike her contemporary. She needed to be calm, there had to be a way to salvage this.

"I-is there a chance we can count on assistance? Fr-From our … backers?" Cryslas hesitated to suggest.

Her only response was a growl that emanated from deep within her leader’s throat. Their 'backers' had proven to be far more trouble than they were worth. The money and resources they'd provided had pushed their faction to the top of the Worm Cult in only a few years, but the moment that had been achieved, the demands started to roll in. Ever since, they'd been tying themselves in knots trying to meet their outrageous demands whilst also advancing the proper agenda of the Cult, a delicate tightrope that had taken an immense amount of skill to navigate.

"They won't help us," Plamine said bitterly, "they'll cut ties the moment they sense the stone is crumbling. If anything, we can expect them to be the loudest amongst those seeking to bring us down."

Cryslas stepped forward, filled with energy.

"Then why don't we pull them down with us?" She hissed, suddenly fierce. "We have enough compromising material to drag them through the mud for a generation. They'll have to help us!"

pacing

"That would be… "

Madness. Not to mention a matter well above her station in the hierarchy

to contact the leadership. But we don't have

moment, Oridene Gravus burst into the room, rage written all across his face. Plamine flung a hand up to point right between his eyes

hadn't been so blatant we could have moved quietly against that blasted creature a week

turned back

and try to put pressure on. I'll need the two of you with

enchanted communication crystals, each nestled in its own pouch and clearly

were spotted outside the city," Cryslas filled him in, her voice terse, "the city might be able to trace them back

His eyes grew wide.

think we were raising

She snapped. "We'd be finished. The entire Worm Cult might get pulled out by

they were the ones…" he

and jabbed him in

they going to own up

be only too happy to send

"Oridene, Biritite,

quartz desk that dominated the study. The triad took their places for the call, Gravus and Cryslas flanking Plamine as she sat in the seat of her office and stared down domineeringly at

wasn't long before the matching crystal was activated and a projection of the Golgari at the other end appeared in

better be important, Plamine. I've little to waste

matter how far she rose, or how much she detested

have an issue that will soon become

frown creased the already aged

better be interesting."

from the outpost," she stated, "one of which was the monster you

His eyes bulged.