Farming aside, I’ve got other things to worry about, namely trying to work out exactly how the Altar of Self actually works. I mean, I have the basic idea, it’s not that complicated; the Will of the Colony flows through the Vestibule, is amplified by the Nave, feeds into the Altar and is consumed to help fuel my Skills. Simple …

Hanging out on the third stratum is uncomfortable, that much has been established. While I’m here, I may as well get something out of my time, but as a tier seven, there isn’t a whole lot I can do to gain experience. I get a bit of Biomass, obviously, but the most important thing to mutate is my Altar, and …

The Mother Tree had a name. At least, she’d had a name. The memory was there, vague and distant, tucked in the recesses of her mind. She could recall that she’d had feet, and hands, and eaten food, though such memories were so faint that she couldn’t really recall what it was like. She’d done it, certainly, but how it …

The Blademasters of the Folk are renowned for their extraordinary skill with their weapons of choice. Their reputation is such that it exceeds that of even the golgari Stoneswords, whose techniques were forged in the Dungeon during the Rending.  Their extraordinary methods are beheld with some trepidation, as the tension between the Old and New races is such that none …

The Blademasters of the Folk are renowned for their extraordinary skill with their weapons of choice. Their reputation is such that it exceeds that of even the golgari Stoneswords, whose techniques were forged in the Dungeon during the Rending.  Their extraordinary methods are beheld with some trepidation, as the tension between the Old and New races is such that none …

Hmmmmm. The battle against the ka’armodo is over. Well, I say battle, more of a skirmish, really. They probably scried me acting all weird and thought they might as well see if they can knock me off. Capitalise on my apparent weakness. I was able to quickly persuade them that I’m just fine and dandy, so they left without committing …

Philosophants have long debated the reason the Eldest was so secretive about their mutations. There could be any number of reasons for it, though it’s extremely difficult to find evidence to support or refute one in particular. We know that the Eldest didn’t like to be seen when mutating, there are innumerable, reputable accounts of the lengths they went to …

It’s expensive taking something from 0 to +30. Four hundred and sixty five! Just imagine that number. It wasn’t so long ago that I could barely imagine having that much Biomass ready to use.  As it is, after the hunting I’ve done with the gang and vacuuming up the food the others didn’t need, I only have enough stored away …

These menus are always intimidating due to their sheer size, but I’m prepared to go the distance on this one, I can’t afford to make a mistake and pick the wrong options. There’ll be no reset after this one. I suppose it’s technically possible to do one, but that would be a criminal waste of evolutionary energy. Basically a punch …

After my chat with Granin and the team I say goodbye and head off onto the plains to gather my thoughts. Al tags along with us, it seems he’s interested in seeing how the current dilemma is playing out around the stratum, so he wants to see it with his own eye. From what we’ve learned, it’s clear that the …