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!

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

here, or this one, a friend

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

could

There is almost a zero percent chance that they don't know that! Surely!" Sloan said. "… We have to talk

of the golgari wanted to kill another golgari for some reason, why not let them do it? One less for them

we don't understand," Sloan sighed. "Anytime something weird happens, it's usually to do with

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

out to them?" Coolant offered. "I'll need to move a little closer, I don't think I can extend a mind bridge

"I'll arrange an escort."

thousand ants ready to escort the mage closer to the enemy in a matter of seconds. Coolant had a thought

you think a thousand may send the wrong

"What do you mean?"

golgari over there. If we walk closer with

thousand is too many?" Sloan rubbed the top of her head with an antennae. A thousand didn't feel like many to her. Then again, she was an ant.

things carefully and the delegation contained a healthy mix of mages, for raising shields, scouts, for detecting foul play, and soldiers, to hold the line in the event the others

formally, [I

all communicated with each other for a long

the High Blade Balta. He wishes to expunge the shame the creature has cast upon

imagined insult? She couldn't possibly comprehend the meaning behind such actions, but she didn't let her confusion show. True to her name,