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.”

try and find a way around

provide me with Will. As long as

still works on my other senses when they actively try to conceal themselves. I can’t see Protectant with my eyes,

achieved

fun to prod at

stop it,”

Heheheheheh.

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

we’ll be able to hide from

poke her again, with both

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

Just stop poking

I turn to Crinis and the others for a quick

the same time, we need to be on standby in case they need us in the third. There’s some funky

of them nod in unison. It’s

mutations ticking along, but we should make sure to contribute to

from the Dungeon! As it turns out, we don’t

and I stop to let her catch up. “Eldest. They want to see

centipedes! They’re my highest priority on this stratum, I won’t let them get a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline,

stand 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

out around me like this. Weaker enemies

bridge and latch onto the mercenary, then I

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

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

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

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

Gandalf and his love of centipedes. They’re probably being spammed everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn points will be popping up