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

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 do

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

stealth they’ve achieved is absurd. They’re

fun to prod

stop

Heheheheheh.

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 me if you

if we evolve, we’ll be able to

around and poke her again, with both

bump up your stats and

Just

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

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

It’s rewarding

and gather Biomass. I need a fair bit to get my mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute

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

calls to me and I stop to let her catch up. “Eldest. They want to see you down on the shoreline. It’s about

priority on this 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

them stand 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,

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

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

I greet them. [Excellent, excellent. I suppose your hunt was

impacts onto their own, and I make a conscious effort to tone it down. I can’t be scaring away our potential partners in claw-centipede

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

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

centipedes. They’re probably being spammed everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn points will be popping up all