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 a way around

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

kind of interesting, actually. The organ that causes me to ‘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 I poke her with my leg,

stealth they’ve achieved is

it’s so fun to prod

stop it,”

Heheheheheh.

“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

be able

her

everything 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 evolution on

alright! Just stop

point, then I turn

we’re ready for action and we need to 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

unison. It’s rewarding having an audience of

to get my mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute to the Colony stockpile,

diamond centipede nests. My rage won’t abate until I wipe that species from the Dungeon! As it turns out, we don’t even make our

up. “Eldest. They want to

my highest 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

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, even as he winces under the

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

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

again so soon,] I greet them. [Excellent, excellent. I suppose your

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

unloading the cargo in their boat, depositing a dozen of

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

being spammed everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn points will be popping up all