The various Strata of the Dungeon are as different from one another as can be, each holding unique characteristics that can only be found in those places. There is some discussion around whether the environment of that Strata is the cause of the predominant mana attributes in those places, or does the mana that gives shape to the environment? Since …

Myrrin continued to push hard alongside her brothers and sisters of steel. The grim men and women of the Legion battled hard with little rest against endless waves of insects. She pulled her helmet off for a moment and sat, leaning her back against the rough tunnel wall. Without the aid of her helmet, the oppressive darkness of the second …

The giant gorilla shifted uncomfortably as Smithant crawled over him, taking measurements with her antennae and trying to work out the best way she could cobble the armour she had onto his massive frame. Tiny, for his part, suffered through it as best he could. Naturally, his preference would be to smash the stupid sword people’s faces in, but he’d …

She knew she would have to break it. It was obvious. How on Pangera was she supposed to learn the secrets of this incredible armour without hitting it, breaking it open, melting it? She couldn’t! She knew she couldn’t. And yet… she struggled to bring herself to do it. She’d examined the armour in intricate detail. Every sense she could …

The hammer of anvils and the searing heat of metal surrounded Smithant on all sides and she couldn’t be happier. “How do I manage this part?” another carver scuttled up to her and asked. “Ah, the folding? It’s like this… ” she explained the process with care and demonstrated some of the techniques on her own workbench as the other …

Tiny’s fists are a sight to behold. Tireless and dauntless, his hands flash out faster than the ant eye can see, each strike accompanied by a flash of light as fists of pure energy materialise and crash into his targets like trucks. As I watch he winds up and unleashes a devastating uppercut that starts at his feet and finishes …

I don’t know what shocked me more, the fact that Tiny managed to land without getting himself killed, or that he actually managed to break through the layered shields and barriers of the Legion. Since he actually managed the impossible, I’m not about to let the chance slip by. “GOGOGOGOGOGOGO!” I flood the tunnel with a wave of commanding pheromones …

The Storm rages in the sky The Madness lurks in the dark The Eye watches all Whilst Their Master sleeps Until The Day When All Become One in Him.  – Prayer of the Faithful With reluctance I let the construct dissolve away and give my brains a chance to rest as the battle draws nearer. I’m still not proficient enough …

Nearly… there… just a bit more… I need to just… get this bit.. No! Stupid sub-brain, hold that bit steady! GAH! Other sub-brain! What the hell are you doing over there?! Just hold it steady, dammit! Cursing at my own minds whilst my other minds grumble back at me is confusing enough, but the four separate brains manage to steady …

Titus stifled his grimace as he walked from the battlefield. To others who looked at him, he was as stone faced and unshakable as ever, but inside, he was tired. High stats and the superhuman abilities of a powerfully levelled Legionary were able to sustain him for a long time, longer than almost any other type of soldier on Pangera, …