"Irrkh!" (E)
I feel extremely strained when this new day starts.
(E)
(S)
(S)
This... is disturbing.
It implies that I truly have now permanently to lay more.
On the other hand, it implies that I settled down on this amount and don't have to fear a further increase.
This is if I am now completely adjusted.
Yet, it feels still so wrong to me.
This means, in terms of getting used to it there is some space.
So... I shouldn't get used to it, to keep my load low.
I get up and Suki starts something like a morning cleaning.
It isn't unpleasant, since she is very attentive and does it in a soft, massaging way.
Do nobles feel like that with their maids?
(E)
(S)
It really feels strange to call them my brood.
I don't feel connected at all.
It is just so distant that such creatures shall originate from me.
Yet, Liseti didn't seem to care that much for them as well.
So maybe this is normal?
Not having any motherly feels?
I wouldn't even know how to handle them as huge they already are piling up!
Around two-hundred now?
And they all are insects!
And I am considered one too it seems.
(E)
(S)
(E)
(S)
(E)
I settle down and Suki brings some kind of breakfast of the usual contents.
I miss some variety in my diet.
This might even be the kind of thing my family could help me with.
I give them some goods I can get here and they grant me a part of their harvest in exchange.
Like this, it would feel less like some dependency from me and more like a mutual relationship.
As long it doesn't end up as some kind of sacrificial cult to calm "those below".
I'm just making things up, yet all things considered, it isn't too farfetched.
After a while, Kyska finally returns.
(E)
(K)
(S)
Okay, it seems I have to go.
So I venture out and see this messenger.
It is one of these winged escorts I've seen her following last time.
It looks rather sturdy and battle-proven.
There are even some scars on the carapace.
The upper claws are ending sharp and the arms have some kind of blades at the sides.
It seems messengers have here to be quite tough.
(L)
(E)
(L)
(E)
Is she for real?
Just giving me fifty soldiers for my use?
Fifty-one that is, with Skiras.
Okay, I've got all these workers and nurses before to build my home.
But that they are distributed like this?
(L)
She is right.
This is better.
Kyska would never let me out without an escort.
And I can't really walk through the streets with an envelope of workers and guardians.
This is basically screaming bloodshed.
(L)
(L)
She hands me some kind of earthen plates she had close to this table.
They are folded together in the middle and sealed with a minuscule amount of the applicant.
(E)
(L)
I open the plates and notice that there are rough depictions.
Not unskilled, yet also no outrageous pieces of art.
They show those insects, all variants.
Many of them.
And on some, they fight.
I ask myself what she meant with breathing in, but then some scent is drifting in my nose.
The next moment, the pictures seem to shift, move and the already cryptic visible story becomes vivid.
I see gatherings, dispute, creatures like the queen I've only seen once.
They separate and each of them assembles to different places in the great underground system.
Each creating their own kingdom, shown in a simple depiction of this formerly seen world map.
Yet soon their numbers grow and they want more than the already inhabited land, or rather underworld.
As digging it out requires time, the simpler solution is to just drive away those who are at other places.
On that groundwork, a largescale conflict begins.
I see countless numbers of corpses as if they are directly in front of me.
Smell, decay, and sadness seem innate to the depicting picture.
To all these depictions it is as if I stand directly there and feel the atmosphere of the moment.
The war goes on.
Many of the queens and their respective swarms are already no more.
But while most of these swarms are growing exhausted, one grows stronger.
The secret?
While all the other swarms simply kill "the others", this one concentrates on two objectives.
The first: Kill the queen.
After that, the command structures of the opposing forces fall into disarray.
Yet it doesn't end there.
This queen is not finishing off these forces to gain territory.
She takes the princesses.
With the princesses, she can gain control over all the remaining troops and secure that new soldiers are filling her own ranks.
While casualties aren't completely avoidable, it is far more lasting than the strategy of the others.
As they cannot properly work together they fall victim to this one greatest force.
Others adapt, and in the end, four major forces remain.
Grown too large and properly securing their princesses the fights come to a stalemate.
The causalities grow, without anything of value gained.
Thus a treaty is agreed upon.
The forces decide to end the fights, retreat their armies, and agree on mandatory borders.
They also decide to destroy the fourth faction, which was located in the center and distribute the remains among each other.
Like this, the millennia-long conflict comes to an end.
The former war factions settle down and rebuild their base.
But no one can argue that the great swarm who first began to capture princesses won this conflict.
This one swarm is now in control over an unbelievable wide area in the underground, has the most princesses, and a powerful inner structure.
Our swarm.
Soon the numbers grow again, but this time under one will.
And so they expand controlled and the numbers are regulated.
The creation of new queens is forbidden.
This is part of the treaty.
Since that time only this one queen reigns over her swarm.
The very one that stung me.
(L)
(E)
(L)
(E)
(L)
(E)
(L)
(E)
(L)
This revelation hit me, yet with my new eyelids, I was already out of the ordinary in this area.
Hey!
New eyelids!
(E)
(L)
(E)
I only close them partly and make sure the middle stays free.
(L)
It feels a little weird.
Nonetheless, I believe to can maintain this state.
(E)
(L)
A name.
This is giving me something to relate to.
It sounds foreign, but I guess "human" would also be unusual if one isn't used to it.
(L)
"Irrkh!" (E)
I feel extremely strained when this new day starts.
(E)
(S)
(S)
This... is disturbing.
It implies that I truly have now permanently to lay more.
On the other hand, it implies that I settled down on this amount and don't have to fear a further increase.
This is if I am now completely adjusted.
Yet, it feels still so wrong to me.
This means, in terms of getting used to it there is some space.
So... I shouldn't get used to it, to keep my load low.
I get up and Suki starts something like a morning cleaning.
It isn't unpleasant, since she is very attentive and does it in a soft, massaging way.
Do nobles feel like that with their maids?
(E)
(S)
It really feels strange to call them my brood.
I don't feel connected at all.
It is just so distant that such creatures shall originate from me.
Yet, Liseti didn't seem to care that much for them as well.
So maybe this is normal?
Not having any motherly feels?
I wouldn't even know how to handle them as huge they already are piling up!
Around two-hundred now?
And they all are insects!
And I am considered one too it seems.
(E)
(S)
(E)
(S)
(E)
I settle down and Suki brings some kind of breakfast of the usual contents.
I miss some variety in my diet.
This might even be the kind of thing my family could help me with.
I give them some goods I can get here and they grant me a part of their harvest in exchange.
Like this, it would feel less like some dependency from me and more like a mutual relationship.
As long it doesn't end up as some kind of sacrificial cult to calm "those below".
I'm just making things up, yet all things considered, it isn't too farfetched.
After a while, Kyska finally returns.
(E)
(K)
(S)
Okay, it seems I have to go.
So I venture out and see this messenger.
It is one of these winged escorts I've seen her following last time.
It looks rather sturdy and battle-proven.
There are even some scars on the carapace.
The upper claws are ending sharp and the arms have some kind of blades at the sides.
It seems messengers have here to be quite tough.
(L)
(E)
(L)
(E)
Is she for real?
Just giving me fifty soldiers for my use?
Fifty-one that is, with Skiras.
Okay, I've got all these workers and nurses before to build my home.
But that they are distributed like this?
(L)
She is right.
This is better.
Kyska would never let me out without an escort.
And I can't really walk through the streets with an envelope of workers and guardians.
This is basically screaming bloodshed.
(L)
(L)
She hands me some kind of earthen plates she had close to this table.
They are folded together in the middle and sealed with a minuscule amount of the applicant.
(E)
(L)
I open the plates and notice that there are rough depictions.
Not unskilled, yet also no outrageous pieces of art.
They show those insects, all variants.
Many of them.
And on some, they fight.
I ask myself what she meant with breathing in, but then some scent is drifting in my nose.
The next moment, the pictures seem to shift, move and the already cryptic visible story becomes vivid.
I see gatherings, dispute, creatures like the queen I've only seen once.
They separate and each of them assembles to different places in the great underground system.
Each creating their own kingdom, shown in a simple depiction of this formerly seen world map.
Yet soon their numbers grow and they want more than the already inhabited land, or rather underworld.
As digging it out requires time, the simpler solution is to just drive away those who are at other places.
On that groundwork, a largescale conflict begins.
I see countless numbers of corpses as if they are directly in front of me.
Smell, decay, and sadness seem innate to the depicting picture.
To all these depictions it is as if I stand directly there and feel the atmosphere of the moment.
The war goes on.
Many of the queens and their respective swarms are already no more.
But while most of these swarms are growing exhausted, one grows stronger.
The secret?
While all the other swarms simply kill "the others", this one concentrates on two objectives.
The first: Kill the queen.
After that, the command structures of the opposing forces fall into disarray.
Yet it doesn't end there.
This queen is not finishing off these forces to gain territory.
She takes the princesses.
With the princesses, she can gain control over all the remaining troops and secure that new soldiers are filling her own ranks.
While casualties aren't completely avoidable, it is far more lasting than the strategy of the others.
As they cannot properly work together they fall victim to this one greatest force.
Others adapt, and in the end, four major forces remain.
Grown too large and properly securing their princesses the fights come to a stalemate.
The causalities grow, without anything of value gained.
Thus a treaty is agreed upon.
The forces decide to end the fights, retreat their armies, and agree on mandatory borders.
They also decide to destroy the fourth faction, which was located in the center and distribute the remains among each other.
Like this, the millennia-long conflict comes to an end.
The former war factions settle down and rebuild their base.
But no one can argue that the great swarm who first began to capture princesses won this conflict.
This one swarm is now in control over an unbelievable wide area in the underground, has the most princesses, and a powerful inner structure.
Our swarm.
Soon the numbers grow again, but this time under one will.
And so they expand controlled and the numbers are regulated.
The creation of new queens is forbidden.
This is part of the treaty.
Since that time only this one queen reigns over her swarm.
The very one that stung me.
(L)
(E)
(L)
(E)
(L)
(E)
(L)
(E)
(L)
This revelation hit me, yet with my new eyelids, I was already out of the ordinary in this area.
Hey!
New eyelids!
(E)
(L)
(E)
I only close them partly and make sure the middle stays free.
(L)
It feels a little weird.
Nonetheless, I believe to can maintain this state.
(E)
(L)
A name.
This is giving me something to relate to.
It sounds foreign, but I guess "human" would also be unusual if one isn't used to it.
(L)
