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

this one, a

the first 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 occurred with an expression of detached boredom. Next to them a trio of mages worked together, supposedly sending out the mind magic

could

idea, 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 talk to

reason,

might be some element at play that we don't understand," Sloan sighed.

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

to move a little closer, I don't think

"I'll arrange an escort."

mage closer to

you think a thousand may send the wrong

"What do you mean?"

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

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

delegation contained a healthy mix of mages, for raising shields, scouts, for detecting foul play, and soldiers,

the Colony,] she started off formally, [I have

with each other for

them here so that they may duel the High Blade Balta. He wishes

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