Wormer had been focusing on working with the smog roots in the strange chamber they were in that was allowing them to share one mind. This strange mind share allowed them to share thoughts on how to best integrate the roots into his taboo worms. It was quite an experience, and honestly, though it was very strange, Wormer found himself quite enjoying the experience.

As it had been many years since he'd worked with anyone and longer still since he'd worked on something so complex and new. As even when he was still welcomed among his old clan, he was an elder and was expected to do his duty maintaining the worm population, not experimenting with other like-minded people in something like he was now.

Wormer looked at the roots, wrapped his head for a moment, and read his earlier thought in his own mind as the roots were sort of people. The deep roots were sharing a strange kind of hive mind. It was like a hive mind in the fact that all the roots came together to think as one on a single topic, combining their intelligence. On the other hand, it was unlike a hive mind in the fact that each of the roots could break off from the others and think on its own.

Wormer felt it was quite the interesting experience to be connected to such an interesting connection of different plant minds. Though he quickly got back to work refocusing on what he and the smog roots were doing rather than the working minds of the smog roots themselves.

It took a while as they slowly inserted roots into a living worm, painstakingly making sure the worm survived the process. Which actually caused them to fail the first few times, making Wormer use DUPLICATE to create a living work and cast the dead work to the side to be made into just another root worm marionette. Though after a dozen attempts they finally succeeded in successfully joining a living worm with undead roots.

Once that first stage was complete, they decided to add in the limbs going with the earlier scorpion model. So the tail of the worm was sharpened and six large stone insect legs were added. The roots took over operation of the legs, putting less strain on the worm, who now just had to operate its now sharpened spiked tail.

They watched the tabby worm scorpion move about the chamber far more sedately and controlled than any of its predecessors ever had been. Though it then proceeded to show an interesting feature the earlier taboo roots worms hadn't had. This feature was shown when the scorpion root worm opened its mouth and roots shot out across the room, piercing a stone and dragging it back into its maw.

"Hmmm, an interesting effect of adding the roots to the mix." Wormer stated with a curious wonder what other things they could do with undead root combos in his siege worm experiments. Though he was thinking that he felt the smog roots through his strange connection tell him that there was something he would want to see in another chamber.

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Wormer, feeling the importance stressed, decided to go see what it was they wanted him to see, and so the smog roots unwrapped from his head. Once they were fully gone from him, he walked out of the large chamber he had been working in and into the network of confusing tunnels, only knowing where to go because the smog roots had told him.

Soon after the hazardous walk of going down uneven and different-sized tunnels, he made it to the one chamber the smog roots had wanted him to enter. So he entered the chamber to find it was rather small and held only two things. Which was a small pit on one side with six strange worms trapped down it somehow, and on the other side was a well carved out of stone. How either came to be here, he had no idea, and if he was a betting fairy, he would guess strange fey magic.

He walked over to the stone well after having given the worms in the pit a closer look. They were regular worms, besides the fact that their head had an odd shape to it that allowed them to grasp things. The well had a strange pale dust. He wasn't sure what it was or why the smog roots would feel it was that the worms or the dust were important to him.

Then, as he looked closer at the pale dust, he began to carefully examine it. He began to realize what it was and what the worms could possibly be, but then began to shake himself. "No, it couldn't be that it's not possible." Wormer said to himself in a low whisper full of disbelief, but still a small part wondered if somehow it was possible.

So he looked at the pale dust for a long moment, and then he said, "To hell with it. If it works, then it'll be worth it, and if it doesn't, then it isn't what I thought it was, and it won't matter anyway." Wormer said to himself, reading it out, trying to not get his hopes up that perhaps after centuries he wouldn't be alone anymore.

So he grabbed the pale dust and brought it over to the small pit with the six worms in it, and he took a long breath, and then he stared at the worms for a moment as they squirmed in the pit. "Please let this work." Wormer said as a desperate plea to whoever might be listening before dumping all the pale dust he had into the pit.

He then watched as, upon seeing the pale dust, the six worms surged upon the pale dust, covering themselves in it; then they grouped together in two teams of three. These two groups formed a T-shape and then slowly began to transform in a cloud of dark smoke until, by the time the dark smoke cleared, Wormer was looking at two pixies that were awfully similar to himself.

For a moment Wormer just stared at them, emotion roaring through him as he felt surprise, shock, and awe all at once as he stared at the young pixies that would be the start of his new clan of the family he would have once again. Then he came to his senses and realized he had been just staring at a couple of newborn fairies who needed guidance, not for him to stare at them slack-jawed.

"Come up, little ones." Wormer said helping them out of the small pit and into the wider cavern. "Come with me, let me show you your new home." Wormer said covering the two with his cloak and waking down the maze of tunnels knowing with this act of creating pixies he was forever tied to these undead kingdom. As he had been without a clan for centuries, he would never be without one again.