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.”

You’d just try and find

in me, they will provide me with Will. As long as the energy

interesting, actually. The organ that causes me to ‘forget’ or ‘ignore’ their presence still works on my other senses when they actively try to conceal themselves. I can’t see Protectant with my eyes, or even feel it when I poke her with my leg, or detect the scent when the guards communicate with each other, despite knowing for

level of stealth they’ve achieved

fun to prod at them.

Please stop it,”

Heheheheheh.

seven, you all need to make the push to tier six,” I tell the invisible squad of babysitters. “If I’m going to be

able to

poke her

can hide from everything you need to hide from already. You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked up way too much evolutionary energy, don’t waste the next evolution on something

Just

then I

gang. We’re fresh, we’re ready for action and we need to get some Levels into you, pronto. Hunting in the fourth stratum is likely to be our best bet, but 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 need to elevate up in order to get to the

in unison. It’s rewarding having an

need a fair bit to get my mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute to the Colony stockpile, since you

rage won’t abate until I wipe that species from the Dungeon! As it turns out, we don’t even make our way out of the tunnels before someone finds us

catch up. “Eldest. They want

priority on this stratum, I won’t let them get a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my friends

host of ants that watch their every move with preternatural stillness. The leader, a fairly burly-looking golgari, almost seems happy when

nice to have my strength radiate out around me like this. Weaker enemies can’t even

mind bridge and latch onto the mercenary,

them. [Excellent, excellent. I suppose your

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

their boat, depositing

be spitting them out at quite a rapid clip. We sailed two mountains west and tried our luck,

everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn