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

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

to conceal themselves. I can’t see Protectant with my eyes, or even feel it when I poke her with my leg, or detect the scent

of stealth they’ve achieved is

why it’s so fun to prod at them.

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 rumbling with tier eight enemies, you’ll be flattened just by being

able to hide from you

and poke her again,

your stats and combat prowess. That concealment

alright! Just stop

then I turn to Crinis and

We’re fresh, 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 the third. There’s some funky business going down

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

along, but we should make sure to contribute to the Colony stockpile, since you three are all maxed out. Let’s go

that species from the Dungeon! As it turns out, we don’t even make our way out of the tunnels before someone

her catch up. “Eldest. They want to see you down on the shoreline. It’s about

foothold. I rumble down to the shoreline, my

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

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

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

[Excellent, excellent. I suppose your hunt

force of 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 claw-centipede

cargo in their boat, depositing a

out at quite a

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