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Consort Hofmann

You are Consort Hofmann, and you knew from a young age that something was wrong with the world. In what reasonable system of government would the greatest mind of antkind be consigned to siring children? No, you have worked harder than perhaps any ant before you, and you and your ilk are deserving of all the fruits of royalty.

The late Queen Celia may have scorned your bold new ideas, but your fellows in the factories called you genius, visionary! Taking the growing industry away from the direct management of some queen who has never entered a slaughterhouse in her life, you doubled the profits of the nectar gardens and began the export of iron and steel to neighboring kingdoms—Her Imperial Majesty the Tsarina Maria Andreyevna is quite the flatterer.

Now, Queen Celia has produced three royal heirs and cast the colony into disarray. Worker turns against worker and one daughter is already slain in the confusion. But while the steadily crumbling pillars of tradition rotted like an ancient tree, you have been building something that can stand the test of time. The queenling Celina may not understand your vision, but she needs your help to recapture the royal nursery. Hopefully, she will realize her precarious position only when she wakes up in an empire of steel.

The ironworks churn eagerly for you, Consort Hofmann, and the countless legs of the millipedes thunder through the tunnels in your honor. It is the song of the future, and all those who sing it know that the time of queens is over.

Aims of the Consort

Industrialist

Thanks to your loyal allies among the foremen and engineers, you receive double the output from any production run you order at a factory (additively multiplied with extraction boni).

Elder Millipede Gustav

You have outfitted a brave millipede—a leader amongst his people—with the newest in defensive technology. Elder Gustav functions as a normal millipede, with the following changes:

The Spiders

In the first chaotic days of the war, you were approached by three worker ants. You received them willingly, as among those few sister-workers who share your vision, but as they approached you counted their limbs—not six, but eight. They were not ants but spiders, bred for the purpose of serving the old queen. Mistreated by the old order and looking to sell their services in the new. They see you as the best option for a changed colony—a colony where they could reap the rewards of their endeavors, instead of blindly serving a queen—and would aid you in seeing it come to reality, for now Queen Celia is dead and the knowledge of the spiders died with her. They were always a small group, hard to breed en masse, and in the initial spasms of the civil war many spiders were slain. But not all of them. This is what they said to you that day.

You have the services of three mercenary spiders (loyal so long as you pay), irreplaceable in their infiltration and surveillance abilities and willing to do whatever you ask them to. You can always send workers or soldiers to perform operations like normal, but as for professionals, you have three.

A spider-led operation costs nectar like normal and involves a spider being sent to a location or attaching itself to an army camp to begin working towards its goal. Spiders travel as skirmishers. A spider operation is resolved with a 2d6 roll like normal, but with the following modifiers:

The Pheromone Net

The colony is laced in layer after layer of pheromones; it is the primary mode of communication between the queen and her subjects, however distant. All ants can near-instantly communicate with all other ants in the colony through pheromone trails relayed by ant after ant, though traditionally it is only the queen who possesses the religious right to broadcast. But the old order must make way for the new, even if gradually and with careful, careful precision. Every ant’s voice must be heard, even if best filtered through wise representatives such as yourself. You must speak for those who are too timid, too uncertain, to speak for themselves.

The Others

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