Reappear|Dark Cloud, Maelstrom

[Kender Bard]

The wyrm dug its way from out of the ground; this took considerable time. It'd had a chance to get used to the shift between soft Naurorod sand and the hard, cold, unforgiving rock of Maelstrom, but it still needed a lengthy amount of time before it finally burrowed a hole in Dark Cloud good enough to crawl out of. Immediately, its senses were assaulted by the wreckage that was Dark Cloud.

It sniffed around, curious, hungry, inquisitive. A swarm of bugs, sensing a lifeform, zipped over to the wyrm and began to assault it. The wyrm writhed in distraction, itchiness, and pain. It thrashed on the ground, squirming, sending small tremors through the area. Soon it was whipped into a frenzy and it began to ram and rend everything in sight, hoping to elude a foe it had no understanding of. Everything that wasn't already destroyed became like so much rubble. Soon the bugs stopped irritating it so, as did other small annoyances.

Huffing in almost indignation, the wyrm began to wander off to explore this new land, already in a sour disposition because of it.

[Kender Bard]

Yeeeeessss....

The wyrm was beginning to calm down, though it was still rather grumpy from earlier. It slowed its approach as it studied Squallstorm, head weaving back and forth, up and down. Its underbelly did not appreciate the overland movement. Down, below, in the ground, the soil was looser and softer. Up here, it was very hard and scratchy. Spotting a bit of grass for grazing some farm animals, the wyrm moved towards it with lightning quickness, ignoring the cries and shouts from people all around as they fled the monster. It snapped its jaws around a goat that wasn't fast enough to get away and enjoyed a snack as it rested on the ground, tail sweeping back and forth lazily in contentment, which resulted in the destruction of two carts and the town well.

[Northen Light36]

The Maelstorm army, plus some slaves so broken they can be trusted with weapons, arrive and begin unleasing a flurry of attacks on the Wyrm. Stones flung from slings, arrows, even some extremely brave men with swords, all attack the beast in an effort to kill it or drive away.

[Kender Bard]

Oh why wouldn't these annoying things let him enjoy himself?

Perhaps.. Perhaps they all had to be rid of.

With a roar of fury, the wyrm attacks with abandon, lashing out with razor sharp talons and equally deadly jaws, its tail lashing back and forth to prevent any sneak attacks on its flanks.

[Northen Light36]

The army hastily retreats, although the long distance attacks continue, trying to drive the wyrm towards Talen'sul. Up ahead, a horse covered in meat is whipped and forced into running past the beast and deeper into the mountains to try and lure the wyrm away.

[Kender Bard]

The smell of the meat and the fleeing creature excite the wyrm's senses. Intrigued, it gives chase, slithering its way out of Maelstrom and towards Talen'sul...