“Miss Broodmother. I will need you to learn this routine.” The goblin handler explains to me a show routine that he had taken from a routine he had with the manticore. I give it a side eye inside it's cage and it growls at me.

Let this scary creature really close to you and let viewers touch as a test of courage. you can growl and snip at them from time to time. Its similar for earth’s circuses. That have a performer place his head inside the mouth of a lion.

“I am not going to expose my self to strangers. My safety is a priority. Listen I have a thousands of better show routines, That would awe more then just the stupidest of the audience.” Just give him a little and this submissive outcast will eat out of your hand.

I come up with a couple off hand plans and even saying the worst ones. The goblin handlers eyes glow with excitement. I continue explaining how I want to never have to personally lift a finger. Metaphorically of course. Still don’t have fingies.

1 Day Later…

I sleep my most comfortable sleep yet. Surrounded by about 10 eggs of all kinds. 3 new born studs surround my body and care for me while crawling all over my body. The original stud took a position of seniority and authority over the three other studs and started teaching them my lessons that I taught him when he hatched.

“Queen-mother the handler is coming.” The original stud that was with me from the very start. His position was unique enough for me to decide to give him a name. I couldn’t think of anything. So I just named him bubz. Temporarily.

“Miss broodmother I set up the display as you wanted. Do you want to see it.” The animal handler has come to listen to everything I say without thought. Though I still haven't managed to completely put him under me. Making him loyal pure for the benefits.

He is the only goblin that has the skill speak with animals. So I can make my self seem like a commodity and hes monopolizing my value. Making it more than just my agenda to keep our interactions secret. Its like giving dirty money to police officers to force them into choosing between being corrupt or not.

I first taught him to make it seem that he has come up with all the ideas that I am having him implement. It would raise a few eyebrows if it becomes known that I am smart enough to innovate on these things. So the plan “we” came up with is that he got inspired and started thinking up these plans.

I can see the glint of greed in his eyes as he slowly realizes that I can uplift him beyond what he could accomplish on his own. The more that I continue to whisper sweet nothings into his ears. The more I would have him under my control. Eventually his independence would be so broken that he will kill his own parent for my approval.

“Bubz go and tell me how they are doing on constructing the attractions.” I cant leave the eggs on their own and I also don’t want to move.

My instincts tell me that if I want healthy strong kids I must take care of them constantly. It might be possible to breed specialized brood tenders. But at this moment I am the only one that can actually take care of larval broodswarmer spawn. At the moment.

“Yes Queen-mother.” He scurries towards the handler and jumps on him. The first time this happened he screamed in shock. But after a few times, the handler has gotten used to it and only flinches when it happens. Studs are slow and tire quickly they love hitching rides on other people. So him doing that means he likes you.

I humm in contentment as the other three studs message and clean me. I didn’t realize they could do that. But it seems they have instincts of their own that teach them how to be the best got damn masseuses in the world.

Its almost like they were made for this. Oh wait, they probably were. Thinking about how normal Broodmother hives don’t have my level of intelligence. They cant find much use for studs other then a days worth of sample collection. Then eating them to recycle the used bio-mass.

They might get more useful later on. But I need to find a way to get rid of the weaker ones and pass down the good traits as fast as possible. I don’t really feel a lot for them and all hints at my status menu point towards them being made in the thousands and then instantly executed after one good one is found. A depressing fate, but I am not empathetic.

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“Are you there yet” I speak to him telepathically as he gets further and further. I experimented with the distance and it seems to scale with my personal level. This is the linked mind skill that all broodswarmers have.

“Yes the fight pit and the darkroom are done.” Bubz continues explaining what is happening, acting as my eyes and ears. While I am lazing around caring for the eggs.

After a bit of explaining. The situation becomes more clear. A dark tent and a half wall for the fight pit. I had a few ideas to make successful attractions that utilize my races unique charms. The fight pit is just an animal fight area. Divided by a half wall. That patrons can look over and place bets on the outcome.

This is an idea that came from my previous life as a worker in the gambling industry. The fastest and easiest way to make money it’s neither honest or dishonest work. Its just really great at separating people from their money.

It also has the duel purpose of making use of the fighter cast of my children. Allowing them to level up and temper themselves in fights. It could also be a method of cutting down on the undesirable kids that just aren’t as good. Where most of the studs would probably go. to be honest.

The other attraction is a dark tent. Similar to normal haunted houses in circuses and carnivals. But except of paid actors and scary decorations. It would be filled with Broodswarmers. a seat will be dragged by a worker from the circus. As normal viewers will sit and watch these scary creatures almost falling on them and tickle them.

I have been told by the handler that the whole circus is currently traveling to the next city and will set tents on a designated spot after two days of rest at where we currently are. I ignore the names of the places, because they just sound like white noise to me.

But there was some useful information. Some of the races that will be coming to the circus are from different races and not just the standard elves, dwarves and orcs. But many races that are alien and have names that start with x. Like Xeno, Xemplobo. Dumb shit like that.

“Queen-mother. I have returned.” The handler walks back to the animal tent happily, as a creepy little crawlie is hanging off his pant-leg.

I ignore them, as the contract obligations are mostly fulfilled. All that's left is for me to wait for the big day and have some guys finally up and ready to preform.

Thinking of preforming. I look at the warrior Broodswarmer. She actually survived. She is still recovering from her wounds inside one of the cages. The other five workers still havent been heard from after being chased by the clowns. Damn fuckers. Once I get my grubbers on them, then they would wish they haven’t been born.

But at least not all is bad. It seems like not just me. But also the warrior has gotten a class. Mine is filled with handling dark conspiracies and plots. Hers is just getting Hurt. The class is called Trauma Savant. With the surprise of a class. I decided to give her a surprise of a name. Sash.

Name: Sash

Race: Broodswarmer (Variant: Warrior)

Class: Trauma Savant (+vit:5 +str:3 +agl:1) - Level: 2

Divine faction: Iseceka the Swarm-queen

Stats:

Strength: 7 => 7

Vitality: 5 => 5

Agility: -1 => 1

Intelligence: 1

Will: -40

Magic: -100

Innate gifts: Linked brood-mind, Resilient life core.

Skills: Resilient life core

Active contracts: Broodmother-Goreslash (Passed down contract)

Her class seems to give her a unique skill. My dark cabal class also gave me a skill, it seems greatly underwhelming compared to hers. My calls sounds so much cooler tho. Well it atleast seems like the skill it self is a namesake of the whole class.

Resilient life core: You will not be dying. Beaten, scorched, amputated, cursed and withered. No matter the form of damage. As long as you are not completely pulverized. You can fully recover, to your peak. (Requirements: Bio-mass for instant recovery. Otherwise you will fall into an indefinite hibernation.)

What a broken skill.