Chrysalis

Coolant looked out from her perch next to the upper sally port of the great gate and felt nothing but confusion.

"Do you want to go tell him, or should I?" she said to Sloan who was clinging to the wall next to her.

The general shook her head, bewildered.

"I mean. They have to know, right? There's no chance that they don't know."

"I assume they know. I mean, what are the odds the two forces aren't communicating to this extent?"

"Almost none, surely. Such a lack of organisation in our foes would throw our plans way out."

"Hasn't this thrown them way out anyway?"

Sloan hesitated.

"That's… true."

The two of them looked out in silence for a few more moments at the totally unexpected scene before them.

"What do you think we should do?" Coolant asked, her scent as calm and unruffled as it always was.

"I don't know!" Sloan fretted. Why would these idiots perform this sort of moronic action now of all times? It didn't make any sense!

mental communication washed out over them, rippling through the ambient mana in the air and into their

reincarnated one here, or this one, a

first gate, a procession of golgari stood with one of their own forced to kneel on the ground at sword point whilst an elaborately armoured figure reclined in a chair next to him, watching all that occurred with an expression of detached boredom. Next to them a trio of mages worked together, supposedly sending

else could they possibly want?" Coolant wondered with some

a zero percent chance that they don't know that! Surely!"

Coolant asked. In her opinion, if one of the golgari wanted to kill another golgari for some reason, why not let them do it? One

play that we don't understand," Sloan sighed. "Anytime something weird happens, it's

nod to that. It was true. For whatever reason, the Eldest gobbled down trouble like a Queen taking in Biomass. The

me to reach out to them?" Coolant offered. "I'll need to move

"I'll arrange an escort."

scuttled away and had a thousand ants ready to escort the mage closer to the enemy in a matter of seconds.

a thousand may send the wrong

"What do you mean?"

of.." she counted quickly, "eight golgari over there. If we walk closer with a thousand, might they

head with an antennae. A thousand didn't feel like many to her. Then again,

a healthy mix of mages, for raising shields, scouts, for detecting foul play, and soldiers, to hold the line in the event the others needed to retreat. Once they had covered half the ground toward the first gate, they very obviously stopped and parked themselves for a moment. Acting with great caution, Coolant wove together a mind bridge and extended it toward the trio of mages in the

behalf of the Colony,] she started off formally,

stone-people all communicated with each other for

so that they may duel the High Blade Balta. He wishes to

This guy came all the way out here chasing the Eldest? For what? Some imagined insult? She couldn't possibly comprehend the meaning behind such actions, but she didn't let her confusion show. True to her name,