Chrysalis

My first nap as a tier seven, a deep and satisfying torpor that I luxuriate in. Indeed, life is only complete when one gets their eight hours! I’ve been flat out for way too long, to the point I’ve started to worry that the Torpor Police might disappear me.

That would have caused quite a stir, I’ve no doubt.

They do an incredible job of hiding, those little ninjants, but ever since I picked up the Vestibule, it’s been impossible for them to conceal themselves from me.

Unlike my bodyguards. Whatever it is that they use to create the strange forgetful effect was powerful enough to give me trouble for a little while. Ever since my evolution, though….

I reach out with one leg and poke at the air.

….

I poke again.

….

Another poke, harder this time.

“... Is that really necessary, Eldest?” Protectant complains.

Gweheheheh.

“I just find it fun, how easily I can spot you now.”

The guard smells decidedly unhappy about it.

“We would like to know how you do it,” she grumbles, “out of professional courtesy.”

just try and find a

is one. As far as I can tell, as long as they’re ants who believe in me, they will provide me with Will. As long as the energy is flowing, they’ll be lit up like a christmas

with my eyes,

they’ve achieved is absurd.

it’s so fun to prod at them. Poke.

stop it,”

Heheheheheh.

I tell the invisible squad of babysitters. “If I’m going to be

be able to hide

around and poke her

from everything you need to hide from already. You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has

alright! Just

prod, just to drive home the point, then I turn to Crinis and

at the same time, we need to be on standby in case they need us in the third. There’s some funky business going down up there, and we may

unison. It’s rewarding having an

should make sure to contribute to the Colony stockpile, since you three are all maxed

I wipe that species from the Dungeon! As

catch up.

I rumble down to the shoreline, my friends in tow, only

their every move with preternatural stillness. The leader, a fairly burly-looking golgari,

radiate out around me like this. Weaker enemies can’t even stand

the mercenary, then I bring his

them. [Excellent,

of my mind impacts onto their own, and I make a conscious effort to tone it down. I can’t be scaring away our potential partners

cargo in their boat, depositing a dozen of the offensively glittering and shiny

leader grunted warily. [The Dungeon seems to be spitting them out at quite a rapid clip. We sailed two mountains west and

Gandalf and his love of centipedes. They’re probably being spammed everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn points will be