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

or this one, a friend of

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 out the mind

else could they possibly want?" Coolant wondered with some

is almost a zero percent chance that they don't know

asked. In her opinion, if 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

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

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

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

"I'll arrange an escort."

general scuttled away and had a thousand ants ready to escort the mage closer to the

you think a thousand may send

"What do you mean?"

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

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

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

formally, [I have come to clarify exactly what

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

ant. We want you to bring them here so that they may duel the High Blade

out here chasing the Eldest? For what? Some imagined insult? She couldn't