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#107
12-16-2009, 01:51 AM
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Walking side by side, Agricola and Cerrakas head back towards the Hive, making awkward conversation, and filling the ambassador in on the status of their investigations as they go. Behind them, the workers scrabble along across the rocky fields. After a few hours walking, the silence is broken by a noise ahead - a noise like a human moaning.
Apollo ended up returning to the Hive almost as about as soon as he had arrived at the scouts campsite - his floating disc hovering along behind him, he meandered in search of fungi. About a half hour south of the hive, he finally succeeds in his search for mycoid life. Finding a colony of green-tinged, white gilled mushrooms growing amongst the gnarled roots of one of the few scraggly pine trees in the rocky landscape. Meticulously scraping the spores off of the mushrooms onto a scrap of cloth, he folds it up and tucks it away. Impulsively, he snatches one of the mushrooms and swallows it - the raw, earthy taste is delicious, and it is complemented so well by the fruity tang of the rich hemolytic toxins it contains. 
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#108
12-16-2009, 04:24 AM
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There is the sudden and brief feeling of Vedinero's mind scrabbling through the link, pressing itself close to the Hive across the physical distances out of a vivid force of curiosity. Ambassador? He repeated of the gleaned information, Ambassador. There was - absent from the Hive Mind, though, suppressed inside his own head - a ball of unexpected feeling. What who why how Ambassador position-of-power why and why not in fact why not me went tumbling through his brain. Vedinero was unprepared for the new emotions - envy and competition were not thoughts Formians usually had for each other.
Welcome, he said simply, giving the Queen an affectionate mental squeeze, and departed. Last edited by Waugh; 12-16-2009 at 05:10 AM.
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#109
12-16-2009, 08:55 AM
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As soon as he returns into the cool dark of the tomb/entrance hall Agricola lets a thrum of pleasure echo through the hive mind. The workers are turning his vision into a reality. He dismisses his disc almost carelessly so that the pellets roll around the floor. He then wriggles through the tunnels carrying the spores and padded armours to the alcove that was excavated for the queen's overnight stay. There he will bob his head respectfully "Oh Chrysalis queen, very soon I'll be under the mountain that you were so interested in. You'll have a throne room before you hatch and your hive shall be grand, so very grand."
With that he'll wet down the padded armours with two lbs of the hive's water, spreading the spores throughout "Food for the hive my queen, with this and my other farm plan we'll only need to leave to get meat and water." He will then use his final remaning Alter Self to extend the mazelike part of the hive to a full mile of tunnels and 3000ft of tunnel that goes straight towards a point under the mountain. All the while he thinks to himself "Well, I won't finish my glorious plan tomorrow but I will at least have the throne room done like I promised. The day after I'll only need one spell to finish off the room entrances, fake tunnels, the hatchery and treasure room. Hopefully I can find some warmed area to site the hatchery." Once he's done with this for the day he sits down in the entrance hall wondering what the ambassador will think, worrying if a Formian was capable of such an emotion. Last edited by Allu; 12-16-2009 at 08:57 AM.
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#110
12-17-2009, 04:46 PM
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Agricola was in the habit of keeping a closed-circuit line of communication between himself and his Queen; as a result, speaking to others, or even listening to what they had to say, wasn't an assumption anyone could reasonably make.
__________________The sound of the human ahead, however, drew down his mental defenses, and everyone in the hive mind heard him think, "Someone's hurt; send help!" It didn't occur to him to hide until after he'd called out; as an afterthought, he sought cover. Last edited by Aosaw; 12-17-2009 at 04:50 PM.
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#111
12-17-2009, 09:18 PM
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The shambling humanoids don't seem to notice the Formian in the mist. As Agricola and Cerrakas watch, a half dozen of them slowly march to the south, wearing blood red tunics over suits of clinking chainmail. Just as they pass you, a knight in strange armor rides by on a horse, shepherding the shambling creatures from behind. It wears no tunic, but instead wears a suit of white armor, which clacks together with a hollow noise, like wood as it rides.
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#112
12-18-2009, 06:16 PM
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Sick of waiting for the ambassador and his witching escort to show up and worried about the fact that his great artistic piece would die out without a supply of watter Apollodorus leaves the hive in order to make his way to the hobgoblin mining camp his cousins found. Upon his arrival he'll ask to be led to their myrmach in charge where he picks up the nervous tick of rubbing his spectacle shaped markings before saying out loud in common "Well, we're neighbours and though we're obviously different with different capabilities I'm sure we can make some kind of friendship, oh great chieften."
Last edited by Allu; 12-20-2009 at 07:01 AM.
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