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When the sick, whirling sensation of time travel stops and the smoke clears, you find yourselves still in the catacombs, albeit without the mysterious mage and the amulet he used to send you here. You wonder briefly how you’re going to get back without it, but… Ashur and Dorian are powerful mages, right? Dorian is a magister. That’s got to count for something.
That’s when you realize that there doesn’t seem to be any sign of Ashur either, or Tarquin, for that matter. Looking around to see if you can spot them, or any clues to their absence, you notice that the catacombs in… whenever this is… look different and there’s a strange, slimy trail that leads up to…
You swallow hard. It seems you’re sharing the tunnels with two gigantic, slimy worms that look oddly familiar… and also very hungry.
Just as you’re about to shout a warning to Dorian and anyone else in earshot, one of the worms rears back and comes for you, exposing a mouth full of needle-sharp worm teeth—and, as that mouth closes around you, everything goes black.