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

provide me with Will. As long as the energy is flowing, they’ll be lit up like

‘forget’ or ‘ignore’ 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

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

is why it’s so fun to prod at them.

Please stop it,” Guardiant

Heheheheheh.

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 me if you don’t measure

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

and poke her

your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked up way too much evolutionary energy, don’t waste the next evolution on

alright! Just stop

point, then I turn to

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 to

unison. It’s rewarding having an audience of active

need a fair bit to get my mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute to the Colony stockpile, since you three are

the Dungeon! As it turns out, we don’t even make our way out of the tunnels before someone

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

a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my friends in tow, only to find the

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

around me like this. Weaker enemies can’t even stand up

together a mind bridge and latch onto the mercenary, then I bring his

[Excellent, excellent. I suppose your hunt

the force of my mind 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

their boat, depositing a dozen of the

Dungeon seems to be spitting them out at quite a rapid clip. We sailed two mountains west and tried our luck, ran into a nest almost

spammed everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn points will be