Chrysalis

The brathian continue to be quite friendly and open with us, even allowing the carvers to peek into their workshops. The results of that visit were apparently a little humbling.

“They’re way ahead of us,” Smithant admitted freely.

She hasn’t changed much since the last time I saw her, in terms of attitude at least. Focused, a bit grouchy, entirely obsessed with her craft. It’s not always easy for me to tell, since I’m so much larger than every other ant, but I’m fairly confident she’s evolved recently as well. There’s a definite metallic sheen to her carapace and I’m not sure she always heated metal via her mandibles, or used her own carapace as an anvil. A nifty couple of additions, she doesn’t even need a forge to work anymore. Case in point, she’s busy testing some intricate wire… thing, even as we talk.

“Is it uncomfortable having your legs bend backwards like that?”

The spot she uses to hammer on is just behind her head. Her eyes are mutated enough that she still gets a good view of it, though she sometimes needs to turn a little.

“They don’t actually bend backwards, they rotate in the socket.”

“Ah… hmmm… so is that uncomfortable?”

“No.”

It sure looks weird.

“Sooo, we’re a long way behind them?”

I think they didn’t care if we saw them at work, since we aren’t at a point where we could comprehend their advanced techniques. Their use of mana during the forging process is far beyond what we are capable of. For example, I’m fairly sure one of the forges we saw was actively infusing water mana into the metal as it was being worked. I’ve never even thought of doing that,

to do once we get back from this trip,” I muse. “How long do you think

off her antennae as

we need to investigate

secrets they reveal to us as

I felt a big monster sitting

You’ll forgive me if I don’t take you

from Royal Road, this story should

enjoys a little privacy, I

head? Even if I got there, Crinis would be latched onto my carapace, no question. I really hope I get back before she wakes up. I left a note in the event I didn’t… but I don’t think it’ll be enough to pacify

the brother of the Satrap and… their lead… fighty… guy. I don’t know his title. Unlike his pudgy, cheerful and fabulously wealthy brother, this guy is more jacked than a house of cards. If the Satrap is the fattest brathian I’ve ever seen, then Marzban is surely the most

they’re all tiny compared to me, but I’m trying to pay

settlements built around one of

least, its core gleaming like a miniature

felt the

I nod.

settlements to thrive at greater depths than we would normally be able to live comfortably. In exchange, we provide for the monster’s needs. We feed it, keep it informed

Huh.