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

who believe in me, they will provide me with

with my eyes, or

stealth they’ve achieved

why it’s so fun to prod at them. Poke.

Please stop

Heheheheheh.

to tier six,” I tell the invisible squad of babysitters. “If I’m going

we evolve, we’ll be able to hide from you

and poke her again, with

need to hide from already. You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat

alright! Just stop

to drive home the point, then I turn to Crinis and the others

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

in unison. It’s rewarding having an audience of

ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute to the

won’t abate until I wipe that species from the Dungeon!

scout calls to me and I stop to let her catch up. “Eldest. They want to see

stratum, I won’t let them get a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my friends in tow, only to find the mercenaries from

awkwardly, surrounded by a host of ants that watch their every move with preternatural stillness. The leader, a fairly burly-looking golgari, almost seems happy when he notices my approach, even as he

me like this. Weaker enemies

bridge and latch onto the mercenary,

again so soon,] I greet them. [Excellent, excellent. I suppose your hunt was

force 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

question, the three of them begin unloading the cargo in their boat, depositing a dozen of

pretty quickly, all things 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 luck, ran into a nest

Gandalf and his love of centipedes. They’re probably being spammed everywhere on this level