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.”

just try and

me, they will provide me with Will. As long as the energy is flowing, they’ll be lit up like a

try 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

achieved is absurd. They’re

why it’s so fun to prod at them. Poke. Poke.

Please stop

Heheheheheh.

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

we evolve, we’ll be able to hide from you

whip around and poke her again, with

need to seriously bump up your stats and

alright! Just stop

prod, just to drive home the point, then I

we need to be on standby in case they need

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

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 maxed out. Let’s

I wipe that species from the Dungeon! As it turns

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

rumble down to the shoreline,

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

me like this. Weaker enemies can’t even stand up to

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

[Excellent, excellent. I suppose your hunt

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 our potential partners

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

spitting them out at quite a rapid clip. We

spammed everywhere on this level of the Dungeon. New spawn