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"Here it comes!" cried Perian. "These Aghar are helpless.
We've got to clear the chamber and barricade this thing out
of the rest of Mudhole!"
"Hey! Beast go home!" shouted Nomscul, leaping to his
feet and scolding the horrifying creature from across the
huge cave.
Other Aghar turned and shouted in annoyance, fear, or
confusion, as the beast crept forward.
The carrion crawler's enormous bulk slithered through a
round hole perhaps twelve feet in diameter as its tendrils
lashed back and forth hungrily.
"If we don't get the Aghar out of here quickly, they'll
stampede!" Instinctively Flint reached for the axe that
would normally be at his waist, but found nothing. He
cursed the fates that had placed him in this chamber without
so much as Happenstance, the rusty dagger, to defend his
"kingdom."
Screams and shouts rose through the Big Sky Room, and
Aghar bolted in every direction. Some, by coincidence
more than intent, actually headed toward the Thrown
Room - which was the Aghar's new name for Flint's and
Perian's quarters - or the rest of Mudhole
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