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

will provide me

actively try to conceal themselves. I can’t see Protectant with my eyes, or even feel it when I poke her with my leg,

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

to prod at

Please stop

Heheheheheh.

of babysitters. “If I’m

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

and poke her again, with both antennae this

be stupid! You can hide from everything you need to hide from already. You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ

Just

home the point, then I turn to Crinis and the others for a quick

get some Levels into you, pronto. Hunting in the fourth stratum is likely to be our best bet, but at the same time, we need to be on standby in case they need us in the third.

of them nod in unison. It’s rewarding having

we’ll hunt and gather Biomass. I need a fair bit to get my mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute to the Colony stockpile, since you three

wipe that species from the Dungeon! As it turns out, we don’t even

to me and I stop to let her catch up.

a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my

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

have my strength radiate out around me

the mercenary, then I bring his two followers into the

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

own, and I make a conscious effort to tone it down. I can’t be scaring away our potential partners in

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

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

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