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

will provide me with Will. As long as the energy is

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

stealth they’ve achieved is absurd. They’re like

is why it’s so fun to prod

Please stop it,”

Heheheheheh.

I’m tier seven, you all need to make the push to tier six,” I tell the invisible squad of babysitters. “If I’m going to be rumbling with tier eight enemies, you’ll be flattened just by being near

we’ll be able to hide

poke her again, with

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

alright! Just

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

same time, we need to be on standby in case they need us in the third. There’s some funky business going

It’s

need a fair bit to get my mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to

species from the Dungeon! As it turns out, we don’t even make our way out of the tunnels before someone finds us with an

to let her catch up. “Eldest. They

rumble down to the

stillness. The leader, a fairly burly-looking golgari, almost seems happy when he notices my approach, even

to have my strength radiate out around me like this.

bridge and latch onto the mercenary, then I bring his two followers

I greet them. [Excellent,

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

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

[The Dungeon seems to be spitting them out at quite a

love of centipedes. They’re probably being spammed everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn points