Chrysalis

Dungeon Seers have long been a fixture in all of the major civilisations of Pangera; their capacity to detect some aspects of the inner workings of the Dungeon and its mana is an invaluable aid.

It can’t have been easy, in the early times, when exploration of the various strata was even more perilous than it is today. As more of the space was explored, and more was understood, it gradually became clear that the secret to the Dungeon, was mana.

How did it work? How much could be gleaned from it? Mana was everywhere in the Dungeon, it created the rare and valuable materials that could be found and mined, it formed each and every monster that was created and killed. When monster bodies were left on the ground, they dissolved back into mana, absorbed by the Dungeon for its next creation. Everything was mana, even Biomass. If there was a way to “read” the mana, to understand where it had come from, or where it was going, would it be possible to gain insights into the Dungeon itself?

It was these questions that led to the discovery and widespread adoption of Dungeon Seers. Able to peek at the inner workings of the Dungeon. Reading the flow of mana is difficult, requiring experience and wisdom, but the most powerful practitioners of this Class are known to be able to sense significant shifts of energy over hundreds of kilometres.

- Excerpt from “Underneath the Below: Understanding the Dungeon” by Elric.

Criclo leaned back in his chair and unchained his mind once again. The whispers that constantly circled him, nibbling on the edges of his awareness, became shouts roared directly into his ears.

With practised ease, he pushed them away and centred himself. Just another dive, nothing he hadn’t done a thousand times before. He calmed himself by thinking that way, but many had been lost, doing what he did. They went too deep, followed the trails too far. There were beasts out there in the dark. Hungry and patient, they were all too happy to gobble up a Dungeon Seer too far from home.

Yet Criclo had the easy confidence that allowed him to thrive in this profession. He knew his limits. He’d walk right up to the edge, take a look around, but never, not once, had he ever put a toe on the other side.

he

Dungeon was in some ways similar to immersing oneself in a river, or stream. There was a sense of immersion, of being surrounded, enveloped. There was also current, a flow to the passage of

mana of the Dungeon was deeper than any ocean, faster flowing than any river, and more terrifying than any body of water could

raging, vast beyond

others, those that wouldn’t have him flayed for the heresy, and they’d

never able to range as far. They

Dungeon was a living thing or not made no difference to his daily task.

through the veins and racing out in a thousand different directions. As his thoughts followed the flow of mana, he allowed the information

and more monsters. Ninety nine percent of what he found related to a monster being created, the energy rushing to a spawn point to create another creature of death and destruction, or one being killed, the remains fading back

between whom. Spells were flying between the sides, the ambient energy being sucked in to fuel

relatively. The Brathians had likely already found it, but there was a chance they

What else, what else?

the endless pathways, tasting, testing, seeking. Many times, he brushed against the limits of his strength, and with the discipline born of a lifetime of caution, he pulled back every time. It was always so tempting to go a touch further, the sense that a great discovery lay just over the horizon was ever present, but he resisted. Pull

Hold on?

Something different….

but as Criclo went deeper, he found the current grew stronger as he progressed, until it became a torrent. How many creatures were drawing on the power? Thousands? Tens of thousands? What