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.”

just try and

will provide me with Will. As long

their presence 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

achieved is

to prod at them. Poke. Poke.

Please stop it,”

Heheheheheh.

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

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

poke her again, with both antennae this

you need to hide from already. You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked up way too much evolutionary energy, don’t waste the next

alright! Just stop poking

I turn

we 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

unison. It’s rewarding having an audience of

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

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

the scout calls to me and I stop to let her catch up. “Eldest.

this stratum, I won’t let them get a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my

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

to have my strength radiate out around me

the mercenary, then

so soon,] I greet them. [Excellent,

as the force of my mind impacts onto their own, and I make a

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

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,

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