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

As far as I can tell, as long as they’re ants who believe in me, they will provide me with Will. As long as the energy is flowing, they’ll be lit up like a christmas

I can’t see Protectant with my

achieved is absurd.

so fun to

stop

Heheheheheh.

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

we’ll be able to hide from you

around and poke her

stats and combat prowess. That concealment organ has soaked up way too much evolutionary energy, don’t

alright! Just

home the point, then I turn

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

nod in unison. It’s rewarding having

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

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

stop to let her catch up.

I won’t let them get a foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my friends

move with preternatural stillness. The leader, a fairly burly-looking golgari, almost seems happy when he notices my approach, even as he

radiate out around me like

and latch onto the mercenary, then

greet them. [Excellent,

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

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

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

centipedes. They’re probably being spammed everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn points will be