Chrysalis

I have gravely underestimated the true danger that I will face here in the Silver City. Locked away in this warehouse, constantly watched by guards. Two sets of guards, if I’m being accurate.

My true enemy has revealed itself. Boredom!

I’m so boooored! There’s a whole city out there filled with adventure, and excitement! Probably! At the very least, there must be a plethora of awesome things to see. The buildings, the fine art, the… non-inside of warehouse type of things.

After spending so much time flopping listless on a ship, the last thing I wanted to do was spend more time flopping listless inside a building.

Well, it’s nice to be inside, but that’s not the point!

In a desperate search for things to distract my mind, I have delved into the very things that I usually try to avoid examining too closely: the Vestibule and the Nave.

With only ten thousand ants around, the energy flowing into the Vestibule is a mere trickle of what it usually is, and separating out the individual threads from the flow is a breeze. Meaning, I can keep tabs on any individual or group of ants without really having to try. Normally, I don’t like prying in this way, but I’m bored as heck, so it’s been fun to see what’s going on around the place.

The other thing I’ve been investigating is the Nave, the various presences within it, specifically the four golden figures standing against the wall. I know they came on the trade mission, but I haven’t found a good moment to talk with them, really. Unfortunately for me, there’s no possible way for me to avoid it anymore. In fact, I welcome the conversation, given that I have nothing else to do.

I’m like a guy finally pairing all his socks to avoid trying to calculate his taxes.

So, I reach out to the pair via the Nave.

Hey there, it’s me, Anthony.

The big lad, Jern, I think his name was, reacts in his usual calm way, but the girl, Alis, falls off something, judging by the way she yelps, then cries out again.

Sorry if I surprised you, I’m not sure how I can give you any warning when contacting like this. Anyways. Can I get you two to pop over to my warehouse? We should have a chat to try and work out exactly what’s happening here.

They both agree, Alis with a significant amount of muttered grumbles, but it isn’t long before the two of them appear in front of me. It’s tempting to keep using the Nave to speak with them, but that’s probably rude, or something? They’re right here, so a mind bridge will suffice.

[Hey there, gang. How are we enjoying the tour?]

They look at each other before Jern shrugs casually.

[It’s been fine,] he replies. [I never thought I’d get the chance to see the fourth stratum like this. It wasn’t that long ago I was on the surface.]

problems with

of the ordinary,] he says, rubbing at the back of his head. [It’s been mild

says, starting out strong but quickly wilting. She gathers her strength to go again. [We almost died when that giant hunk of rock almost fell on the fleet. I thought this

tale has been taken without consent. Report

feet uncomfortably, but it’s not really an unreasonable complaint. All of the people aboard the ships were put in great

authorities in Greystone, and we aren’t happy about it. There’s no reason to

two humans grow pale, but decide not

up a hand and I point an antenna

[Yes, Jern. What’s up?]

wondering if we should kneel or something? I think Priest Beyn would be mad

just realising the same, then turns to stare up at me

whatever he calls me. I didn’t ask to be worshipped, and I’m certainly not

should I say that? These two received unique Classes from the System, which they probably wouldn’t have gotten without

non-godhood, but Jern is more direct

a god?]

[Of course not.]

sort of

in a way

of your Classes

species allows for spiritual connections?] Jern

Alis is looking less

heck. There’s no good way to say this…. [From those who… have faith in

[Huh,] Jern says.

That’s it? Just ‘huh’?

a god! Lots of

[Have they?]

Guh.

not that I’m

[Huh.]

Damn this guy!

by the System to light a new