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 find a way around

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 tree, regardless of what they

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

stealth they’ve achieved is absurd.

fun to prod at them.

Please stop

Heheheheheh.

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

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

her again, with

up your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked up way too much evolutionary energy, don’t waste the next evolution on

alright! Just stop poking

point, then I turn to Crinis and

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 bottom of

nod in unison. It’s rewarding having an audience

mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute

those diamond centipede nests. My rage won’t abate until I wipe that species from the Dungeon! As it

let her catch up. “Eldest. They want to see you down on the shoreline. It’s about something

rumble down to the shoreline, my friends in tow,

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 winces under the effect of my

around me like this. Weaker enemies can’t

and latch onto the mercenary, then

them. [Excellent, excellent.

I make a conscious effort to tone it down. I can’t be scaring away our

begin unloading the cargo in their

leader grunted warily. [The Dungeon seems to be spitting them out at quite a rapid clip. We

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