As you lay down to rest, you look up at The Void and feel its empty nothingness taunting you. You have always preferred having clouds over you to looking up into that abyss, its blackness totally devoid of hope. Turning over, you put your ear to the ground and try to sleep. Before you can close your eyes, a shout echoes through the night. "Wyrm!"

Scrabbling to your feet, you retrieve your weapons. Strangely, you feel no vibrations. Heading in the direction of the voice, you find the soldier responsible and demand an explanation. "It was there, I saw the soil rise, and then it was gone." Looking out into the darkness, you do not see anything. You begin to ask if the soldier could have been mistaken, but then you feel it, the vibrations are back and intensifying quickly. You shout for the soldiers to wake, and most are on their feet, when a great mouth erupts from beneath one of the wagons. The warning of the soldier had been the only thing that had saved the squad sleeping against the wagon. As they dive out the way, the wagon lifts into the air in an explosion of earth and tusks. Clamping down on the frame, the Wyrm clenches its jaws, and the wagon bursts in a splinter of wood and canvas.

As the head of the Wyrm extends from the earth, you note the wounds on its black hide, somehow already scarred over. This ancient Wyrm is the same one you drove off before, and what you feared has come to pass. The Wyrm's attacks had not been random, or bound to some territory of the Deepwood. This Wyrm is hunting you.

This leaves you with one choice.