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 find a way

As 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

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 knowing for a fact exactly where they

achieved is absurd. They’re

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

Please stop

Heheheheheh.

“If I’m going to be rumbling with

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

around and poke her again, with both antennae

You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked

Just

home the point, then I turn to

best bet, but at the same time, we need to be on

in unison. It’s rewarding having an

my mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute to the Colony stockpile, since you three

rage won’t abate until I wipe that species from the Dungeon! As it turns out, we don’t even make our way out of the tunnels before someone finds us with

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

I won’t let them get a foothold. I rumble down to

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

my strength radiate out around me like this. Weaker enemies

a mind bridge and latch onto the mercenary, then I bring his two followers into the conversation as

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

of them grimace as the force of my mind impacts onto their own, and I make a conscious effort

unloading the cargo in their boat, depositing a dozen of the offensively glittering

pretty quickly, all things considered,] the leader grunted warily. [The Dungeon seems to be spitting them out at quite a rapid clip. We

probably being spammed everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New