[color=9F8170]“A trivial task.  It will be done.  Once my surveillance is complete, I will move on the dwarven outpost.  Demonic suggestion and manipulation is all well and good, but objectives are accomplished with soldiers.”[/color]  Clotho released an ear-ringing shriek, and the ground nearby began to shift.  The terrain rumbled and caved as a pair of Antlions pushed through, leaving a tunnel behind them from which emerged Myrmidons, Lambent, and the most tactical of Clotho's creations, the Macula.  These platter-sized, ticklike insects were slow, unintelligent, and useless for combat, but the huge eyes in their abdomens watched their surroundings tirelessly, and relayed the reticular images back to a focusing chamber in Clotho's hive.  

The swarm queen communicated her instructions to her minions in their own language, and when she was done the Antlions tore into the ground again, this time in the direction of the outpost.  They would carve a network of tunnels beneath the settlement, using their finely-tuned subterranean senses to avoid the tunnels fashioned by dwarfs, and the Macula alone would breach the surface to infest the town, watching everything.  If some were killed, it mattered not; Clotho could simply replace them, and the ease in killing them would make the dwarfs more secure.

Clotho gave Twitch a wave.  [color=9F8170]”It is begun.  The ambush will be set as the reconnaissance is performed, and all will be ready when the command is made.  If you require my further attention, you can find my in my hive's Chamber of Eyes.”[/color]  Leaving the demons and the Kobold behind, Clotho dipped back into the dungeon, zipping through tunnels past grunts and other monsters as she returned to her dwelling.  Upon entering the Chamber of Eyes, she was for a moment entranced, as always.  The inside of the room was analogous to the eye of a dragonfly, much larger of course, but on the [i]inside[/i].  Each of what looked like octagonal screens were in fact living organisms, receiving long-distance impulses from the Macula and recoloring their surface pigments at high speed to capture what the bugs were currently looking at.  For now, it was all drab, earthen tunnel, but soon Clotho anticipated perusing an entire dwarven settlement, ripe for the picking.