What happens when a 7 to 8 feet wide, and 50 to 60 feet long, rock eating, purple worn swallows a halfling warlock? One who had made a pact with the Great Old One. Of course, he is lazerated to pieces and then given an acid bath in the belly of the beast. Death should be a relief, deep down in the Southkrypt.
The Great Old One disagrees – a pact is a pact! When the previous form is in ruin, an older form surfaces. Lemmy’s heritage of being a dragonborn is revealed in magical explosion. And the One who is seeking, is getting closer!
The worm? Head and tail in opposite directions, and stairway chamber covered in purplish mash of gore, with bits and pieces of worm pulp. Yammy!