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!

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

the reincarnated one here, or this one, a friend of that creature,

an elaborately armoured figure reclined in a chair next to him, watching all that occurred with an expression of detached

to mean the Eldest… Who else could they possibly want?" Coolant

but the Eldest isn't here. There is almost a zero percent chance that they don't know that! Surely!" Sloan said. "… We have to

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

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

true. For whatever reason, the Eldest gobbled down trouble like a Queen

you want me to reach out to them?" Coolant offered. "I'll need to move a little

"I'll arrange an escort."

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

thousand may send the wrong

"What do you mean?"

total of.." she counted quickly, "eight golgari over there. If

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

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

off formally, [I have come to

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

bring them here so that they may duel the High Blade Balta. He wishes to expunge the shame the creature

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