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!

that strange, undirected mental communication washed out over them, rippling through the ambient mana

one, a friend of that creature,

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

could they

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

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

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

nod to that. It was true. For whatever reason, the Eldest gobbled down trouble like a

you want me to reach out to them?" Coolant offered. "I'll need to move a little closer, I don't think I can extend a

"I'll arrange an escort."

ants ready to escort the mage closer to the enemy in a matter of

think a thousand may send the wrong

"What do you mean?"

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

think a 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

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

you on behalf of the Colony,] she started off formally, [I have come

all communicated with each other for a long moment before a

to bring them here so that they may duel the High Blade Balta. He wishes to expunge the shame the creature has cast upon his house with his own

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.