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.

Deep within the earth you can feel vibrations, the Wyrm is moving. Focusing on the sensation, your eyes open wide. The vibration is intensifying, fast coming toward you from deep underground. You shout for the soldiers to wake, but many are still asleep when a great mouth erupts from beneath one of the wagons. The soldiers that had been sleeping against it, disappear into the maw as the wagon lifts into the air in an explosion of earth and tusks. Clamping down on the frame, the Wyrm clenches its jaw, 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 attacks had not been random, or bound to some territory of the Deepwood. This Wyrm is hunting you.

This leaves you with one choice.