Deep in the ruins of the Forbidden Kingdom... Through the uncounted miles of mazes, toppled towers, scattered rubble, ruined stone houses, decimated structures... Underneath the heart of the city, miles below in the all but destroyed sewer systems, through the myriad of twists and turns and dead ends... There is warmth, heat, humidity, and life... In this secret chamber dripping with slime and crawling with insect like monsters, lay the chrysalis... hundreds of chrysalis, both big and small, inside each one a new creature waiting to serve the swarm, in the mind of each one already the voice of the hivemind telling them to grow, telling them to survive, telling them to adapt, telling them to change, telling them to kill... Above ground again is still the ruined city, but now can be seen the creatures that live in them. Monsters that have taken to living in the rubble, magical creatures that have made this city their home, but now there is something new arising from below, a new type of creature that travels in packs, eats anything that moves, gathers, collects, harvests, builds... but what could such creatures be building on the surface? Another of these creatures sits atop a tower mostly intact, overlooking what portion of the city was visible from her perch, appearing like a pale faced woman with a great cloak wrapped about her body, long "hair" reaching down her back to her hips. She looked out over the landscape through the golden slit eyes of a serpent, her hardened chitinous features unable to express emotion, but looking apprehensively at the world she surveyed. She opened her mouth to taste the air... Blood, she could taste blood, the swarm was feeding again... If she immersed herself in the hivemind she could see through their eyes as they tore open the dead body of a mighty foe and took its essence, the soul that allowed the swarm to become stronger... The dead multilegged carrion crawler was being devoured in seconds, the giant centipede like creature that wandered subterranean caverns and fed on carrion... what interesting sequences would its flesh yield that she could use for the swarm, alter it, combine it, or throw it away for something better. She salivated at the thought of sorting through the multi-billions of strands of sequences that made the Carrion Crawler different from any other giant centipede... Either way she would be needed soon, so she needed to return to her lair and prepare her "lab" for the new genetic material. With this in mind she threw herself from the top of the tower, but her freefall was stopped short as instead, her cloak about like a cocoon, she was slowly lowered down on a nearly invisible strand of silken thread. Then returning to the open sewer tunnel she began the long descent below the city, hours passed, even a day passed as she traversed the well known passages and mazes of collapsed tunnels and dead ends to eventually come to the territory of the swarm. The walls were different, covered in slime and some form of hardened living algae that provided a phosphorescent illumination. The tunnels opened to a huge cavern, so large that the opposite wall was not visible through the insufferable humidity and fog that permeated the place. The walls, floor, and ceiling of this cavern was honeycombed with separate tunnels and holes where creatures of the swarm resided and slept. She climbed these walls to her own lair, a spacious hole with all the room she could ask for to conduct her experiments and perform her duties. A black pool of bile and gore was already filling the giant natural cauldron in the center of the room and creatures were still pouring in to deposit their findings, some of them with new adaptations already from their recent kills. She looked over at the experimental chrysalis that was still forming. The monster had formed quite well and was about ready to break free of the chrysalis as a new Weird of the swarm, sentient creatures were new ground for the swarm, but with recent hunts the opportunities of exploration have grown more frequent.