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.”

and

tell, as long as they’re ants who believe in me, they will provide me with Will. As long as the energy is

Protectant with my eyes, or even feel it when I poke her with my leg, or detect the scent when the guards communicate with

level of stealth they’ve achieved is

why it’s so fun to prod

stop

Heheheheheh.

babysitters. “If I’m going to be rumbling with tier eight enemies, you’ll be flattened just by being near me if

we evolve, we’ll be able to hide from you again…” Protectant

poke her again, with both antennae this

and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked

Just

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

the same time, we need to be on standby

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 three are all maxed out.

run into a few of those diamond centipede nests. My 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

up. “Eldest. They

let them get a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my friends

with preternatural stillness. The leader, a fairly burly-looking golgari, almost seems happy

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

a mind bridge and latch onto the mercenary, then I bring his

greet them. [Excellent, excellent. I

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

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

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

probably being spammed everywhere on this level