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.”

way. You’d just try and

they’re ants who believe in me, they will provide me with Will. As long as the energy

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

level of stealth they’ve achieved is

so fun to prod at them. Poke.

stop it,”

Heheheheheh.

tier six,” I tell the invisible squad of babysitters. “If I’m going to be rumbling with tier eight enemies,

able to hide from you again…” Protectant

poke her

stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked up way too

Just

to drive home the point, then I

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 the third. There’s some funky business going down up there, and we may need to elevate

three of them nod in unison. It’s rewarding having an

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 are all

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

her catch up. “Eldest. They want to see you

on this stratum, I won’t let them get 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,

radiate out around me like this. Weaker

onto the mercenary, then I bring his two followers into the conversation

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

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

my question, the three of them begin unloading the cargo in their boat, depositing a dozen of the offensively glittering and shiny scum

leader grunted warily. [The Dungeon seems to be spitting them out at quite a rapid clip.

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