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Traveling for a week, and may not keep up with RPs. Thank you for your patience.
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Got back from a two-week vacation overseas. Give me some time to catch up with RPs. Thank you for your patience!
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I'll be going on a two week vacation starting tomorrow and don't know how often I'll have Internet access. Thank you for your patience. I'll try to be more regular when I get back.

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"My good smith," Gammaton began, addressing Cormac, and sounding slightly offended, "Please don't compare cockroaches to humans. Humans do not hide as well, are not nearly as resilient, do not breed as quickly, and cannot subsist off of refuse for sustenance. I have seen Anzelgard's lax security through the memories I've consumed, and they are not prepared should total war descend upon them. Complete eradication of a human population is not as difficult as eliminating a cockroach population. But I digress. The issue at hand is not how easy it would be to remove Anzelgard from the map, but the cost or benefit of allowing it to remain, and it seems like the majority prefer subtlety, an approach that I am not against. The reasons for not destroying Anzelgard are sound; we did not dominate Yggdrasil through recklessness. However, though I am mostly swayed by the majority opinion, we are a new council, a new governing body, and I do not wish for any schisms to form early, nor anyone to feel ostracized for their stance."

Gammaton turned her attention to Levia, "Levia, what are your thoughts on the majority opinion? If you still feel very strongly about destroying Anzelgard, I am willing to play devil's advocate and argue further on behalf of the minority opinion."

Though Gammaton's preferred form of governance was a hive mind, she knew that this was impossible given the non-insect nature of the rest of the council. Though majority voting was the simplest and seemingly most just, democracy was inherently unjust to the minority. Given Levia's acquiescent nature, Gammaton wanted to make sure that the dragon hybrid still felt that her voice was heard, even if it was still ultimately overruled.
Despite Faetalis gesturing for the overseers to sit, Gammaton remained standing at attention, ever the stalwart general, despite her current, grubby, hunched frame. However, at Faetalis' mention of the Nyll Empire and its relationship with Anzelgard, Gammaton had to fight back the almost vomit-like surfacing of Szilard Wentham's bileful memories. Gammaton waited for Faetalis to finish, and humbly received the key she gifted. Gammaton pondered the weight of the responsibility that had been given to her. She wholeheartedly accepted her position as the first line of defense, but the title of 'supervisor' was disconcerting, yet exciting. Gammaton had no illusions that GrillBears would be returning anytime soon, if ever, yet his mantra of experimentation and evolution stuck with Gammaton. Perhaps this was his goal, and his absence was part of the formula. Gammaton needed to evolve, and the first step would be to fill his position. This wasn't just a promotion, this was apotheosis.

"Thank you, My Lady," Gammaton said solemnly, then offered pensively, trying not to let the emotions of a stranger cloud her judgment, "As to your point on Anzelgard, I do not know what there is to gain from her annexation. We would perhaps increase our territorial claim, but gain little else. Its royalty is...weak, and we are already in possession of the primary strategic resource of the region. Were we to turn Anzelgard's population towards labor, I assess that they will be more burden than benefit. It would be more efficient to use them as feed to raise more ants. However, this is just my logistical perspective. Perhaps there are benefits to taking Anzelgard that I have not considered. I suppose denying Nyll forces a garrisoned position so close to Infinifactorium is something to take into account."

Gammaton felt a strange rush. Though she was a commander, she felt that she had primarily taken orders in the past instead of issuing them. It was exhilarating to be offering a strategic opinion that could have a lasting effect on the guild as a whole, to share her thoughts for consideration with Faetalis as equals.
Sorry, a bit of a short post, but I've delayed things long enough
With the initial recovery period over, Infactorium was buzzing with activity, and no place 'buzzed' more that Hivehill. The denizens of Hivehill were, after all, responsible for tunnels in which Infactorium's new mining operation took place. Faetalis' wrath upon returning from her scouting mission had not passed unnoticed, and without questioning her, Gammaton quietly shifted Hivehill's unit production from labor to military. It may have been an unnecessary, perhaps even incorrect, prediction, but Gammaton was a decorated general, and had a pretty accurate hunch when her leaders wanted to mobilize.

So it came as no surprise that about a week later, an emergency meeting was called. In her current, larval state, Gammaton picked her way through the halls like a spider until she arrived at the meeting room. Guessing the purpose of the meeting, Gammaton had brought her two special items: her bludgeon, which looked like a giant tuning fork, and her feathered fan, to show that she was ready. "What would you have of me, Lady Faetalis?" Gammaton greeted, bowing as much as her grub-like body would allow.
Hi all,

sorry for the absence. I just need to catch up on the posts and I'll get mine out. I'm still here, and plan to be for a long time.
Back in Yggdrasil, there was a 'scavenger' mechanic that certain classes of creatures, including ants, took advantage of. Being a game, there was no such thing as 'waste material', but within the scavenger aura of a scavenger creature, whenever 'food' was prepared or consumed, 'food scraps' would be left behind that scavengers could take for experience, health, or energy. Hivehill used this principal to function as a bioreactor, and as long as there were ants in the vicinity of the Gorging Trough or the dining hall, they could collect food scraps to power Hivehill's organic engine.

But this wasn't a game world anymore, and waste was an inevitable fact of life, one might even say a fundamental, inescapable aspect of reality. Ants no longer needed to be present, yet the Gorging Trough, now operating at full force, was outputting food waste at an unprecedented volume. This sudden, rapid influx of biomatter into Hivehill allowed it to quickly replenish an impressive legion of ant and wasp soldiers. Still, due to some other restrictions, the production of the higher evolution units was still not possible, but at least Infactorium wasn't completely defenseless anymore. And one ingenious thing about ant and wasp fighters was their ability to double up as workers during peacetime, so it wasn't long before the bauxite mines were dug out, as well as the shaft to the base of the mountain.

During this time, Gammaton's host body had deteriorated to the point that Gammaton had determined that it was time to hatch and enter her next stage. Having found a secluded spot within Hivehill, the host body's spine split apart as Gammaton Infatilis wormed her way out. In this form, it would be significantly more difficult to infiltrate human society as Gammaton would need to maintain an illusion at all times, but this form was not only stronger than Gammaton Zero, it was actually the form with the highest magical ability. In this form, Gammaton would need to consume food or food scraps to build up a pool of evolution points before she could move on to her next stage, but given the Gorging Troughs recent level of activity, this would not be an issue. And it might be better to stay in this form for a while; having a dedicated spellcaster was always handy. Gammaton hoped that it would be a long time yet before she needed her final form, which was meant for warfare. Still, hatching from her egg-like state and being able to spread her legs was a very liberating sensation which she savored every time.

With her transformation process complete for now, Gammaton headed into the mines to refresh the pheromone instructions she had left to direct the mining ants with. She would also inspect the secret door Faetalis had asked her to install at the base of the mountain.
Vivian & Sylvia Altissima

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As much as Vivian loved cooking, making two meals back to back was exhausting, so she appreciated Yang's help. The sister's also saw that Yang was tired, and quite possibly injured, and therefore didn't push too much kitchen work onto the tired monk. When they were finally done, Vivian followed Yang back to the dining hall, carrying the various dishes on her vines to lay on the table, only to notice that a tense situation had developed. being late to the argument, the sister's didn't know the full extent of what had been said and didn't want to butt in, but agreed with Yang's proposal that they at least eat first.

"Yes, I'm sure everyone's had a rough day. Let's settle down, have a meal, and discuss things in a civil manner," Vivian suggested.
Sorry, was in a bit of a slump. Should hopefully get a post up soon.
Haha, looks like we were all in a bit of a slump. Sorry for the delay. Will have a post up soon, hopefully.
Vivian & Sylvia Altissima

@PaulHaynek @Rezod92 @Restalaan @13org @Stern Algorithm @AzureKnight

"Yeah, we had a bit of a Giant Mouse and Devil Bug infestation, but we made them some food and expounded on the benefits of participating in civil society, instead of living like thieves," Sylvia explained, "Once they were certain that they couldn't make off with a man, I think they lost interest. Hopefully they don't come back."

At Bart's mention of dinner, Vivian slapped herself on the forehead, "Gods! Is it that late already!" Making lasagna for the vermin threw off Vivian's culinary timer. Realizing that everyone was returning sent her into a mild panic as the sisters made their way back into the kitchen. "Hey Yang, I hope you're not too tired. I might need your help to rustle up some grub quickly. I kind of spent most of my day cooking for our uninvited guests."
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