Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160821005544

(Sorry, I thought you were making an entry for Armata.)

As the group discusses what to do, every Dwarf present pauses. They begin looking around nervously. After a few moments, a tremor in the ground is felt.

"Pa...you feel that?" Diedre asks, hefting her axe.

"I do.  It's coming from...SHIT!"

Down below, there is a bursting crash. Up from the hole erupts dirt and splintered wood, raining down on those above. There is a guttural roar, followed by the shouts and screams of those below. Everyone rushes to the edge.

Waving from side to side, slaver flying from its splayed mouth lined with thousands of teeth, an immense, tubular shape is seen in the dust cloud. []

In particular, the sound of a tiny, feminine scream is heard.

"LUCIDA!!" Ibrahim dashes down the ladder.

"Still think your deep roads are safe, Bale?  Melandil shouts, jumping in after him."