Chrysalis

Odren, the Father of Monsters, oldest and first amongst the Ancients, we beseech thee.

Grant us freedom from the prison that binds us.

Preserve us from the creations of your power.

Watch over and protect us with your omnipresent sight.

Save us from ourselves.

- Prayer of the Cult of Origin

Lost in my own thoughts, the next few hours blow past without me really noticing. The Colony finished setting everything up, setsulah arkesh came and haggled over everything, mostly the jewellery, also the end table, then it was time to pack up again.

The only thing that really jolted me out of my thoughts was when the table in question was eventually purchased. As the winning setsulah claimed the prize on behalf of his ka’armodo, he decided to open the drawers to make a full inspection of the purchase, only to recoil in surprise when a demon sprang loose.

Uncoiling himself and leaping in one smooth motion, Odin bellowed his fury, blade arms flashing with murderous red light.

[Anthony! I’m coming for your head!]

I swatted him out of the air with my mandibles.

you ended up? I could have sworn

Odin was rounded up without any further incident, which was

on the mountain home of the ka’armodo, Desert Basin, has come to an end. Oddly enough, without any real

into an unmitigated disaster in one form or another is

quota. I don’t even know what it means for me, this so-called Truth. Is there an option where I become the twentieth Ancient, then tell the others to get stuffed? I’m guessing in that case they would band together to put me down and try and raise up

Royal Road. If you

Call? Perhaps the best solution is that I help raise another monster to the position of Ancient, then

wouldn’t destroy the planet. This is too much for my poor aching brains, I’m not built

of these concerns to the Council until I know more. There’s nothing they can do about any of this in the present moment, and the Colony has enough things

a wonderful supplement to our own harvesting efforts, ensuring more young ants can grow and

see about fixing

our trade fleet back on the water. The nest is torn down in short order and

while the brathian crew works around me. There’s a lot that goes into getting a ship like this to move the way they want it to, even after magic gets involved. Lots of ropes and pulleys, climbing, knots and all sorts

not slapping any of the crew with my

was clearly my mistake. I had no

for lesser insults

suspended above my head in his own little gravity well, there isn’t much he

I was sorry, now come on, let it go. We are out on the water, sailing! Great big