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

me, they will provide me with Will. As long

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

of stealth they’ve achieved

fun to

stop

Heheheheheh.

that I’m tier 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

we’ll be able to hide

whip around and poke her again, with both antennae this

from already. You need to seriously bump up your stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked up way too much

Just

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

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. There’s some funky

them nod in unison. It’s rewarding having

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

run into a few of those 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 way out of the tunnels before someone finds us

the scout calls to me and I stop to let her catch up. “Eldest. They want to see you down

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

awkwardly, 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 effect

nice to have my strength radiate out around me like this. Weaker enemies can’t even stand up to

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

greet them. [Excellent, excellent. I suppose

three of them grimace as 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

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

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

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