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 into

or this one, a friend of that creature, will

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

Eldest… Who else could they possibly want?" Coolant

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

reason, why

Eldest is involved, there might be some element at play that we don't understand," Sloan sighed. "Anytime something weird happens, it's usually to do

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

need to move a little closer, I don't think I can extend a mind bridge

"I'll arrange an escort."

the mage closer to the enemy in a matter of

think a thousand may send the wrong

"What do you mean?"

quickly, "eight golgari over there. If we walk closer with a

of her head with an antennae. A thousand didn't feel like

hundred should be fine. Shortly thereafter a procession of a hundred and one ants cautiously advanced toward the golgari delegation, ready to flee at a moment's notice. Sloan had considered 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 needed to retreat. Once they had covered half the ground

formally, [I have come to

all communicated with each other for a long moment before a reply came

you to bring them here so that they may duel the High Blade

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, she remained