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?”

capable of. For example, I’m fairly sure one of the forges we saw was actively

from this trip,” I muse. “How long do you think it will take before

cleans off her

to investigate more advanced techniques like these. Now that we have a clue, it should help us advance,

they reveal to

thought I felt a big monster sitting around here

creatures. You’ll forgive me if I don’t

Road, this story should be reported

a monster who enjoys a little

get privacy ever again. How far away from the Colony would I need to be in order to be alone in my own 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

of cards. If the Satrap is the fattest brathian I’ve ever seen, then

all tiny compared to me, but I’m trying to pay attention to the

are all brathian settlements built around one

of a large fissure that runs straight through the middle of the brathian settlement, the Shulk is a huge monster, tier seven at least, its core gleaming like a miniature sun. Part crab, part oyster, the thing has shells on its shells, and

me readily. [You would have felt the barrier you passed through

I nod.

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 and entertained, and help to propagate their species. After all, more Shulk

Huh.