Fight the giant tendrils and hack deeper into the worm!

If the stone crawler is burrowing through tunnels right now you can't hack out of its belly wall through solid rock. You also have seen what's waiting for you at the end of its stomach: a horror of dozens of hooked teeth. That leaves the two giant tendrils coming towards you from the hazy depths of the beast's digestive tract.

Your mind is made up. You give your best warcry and charge the two large tendrils. The smaller tendrils do their best to trip you up and open slashes on your lower legs. They inject more of their intoxicating venom and the warmth the saturates your body is pleasant and dulls your senses. But you know you must focus to survive. You feint a swing at one of the tentacles and whirl in the other direction, hacking through the rubbery tentacle nearly as big around as your waist. Your blade is honed and true and slices off the top of the tendril in a spray of black blood. The tendril retreats quickly into the haze.

The other tendril strikes from your blindside, latching what feels like fangs into your left buttock and the back of your leg. Immediately you feel suction and realize it is drinking your blood. Luckily, it didn't hit any major arteries. You twist awkwardly and drive your sword down through the tendril's "head". Black and red blood - your blood - sprays out from the wound and decorates your acid-stung breasts. You twist your blade and the tendril detaches and disappears into the haze.

Though you are in some pain from the bite you don't hesitate to follow the retreating tendril into the darkness. The stone crawler is essentially one giant stomach and as you walk through the hot mist you find yourself stumbling over past meals. Blubbery orcs turned gray, an eleven wagon reduced to a few hunks of rotten wood and a wheel, and then skeletons and bits of metal portruding from a stinking soup. There are no more tendrils to assail you, no more stinging pools of bile, just the increasingly foul stench of the creature's bowel.

When you reach the exit you push your way out quickly, coated in the creatures gross intestinal mucus, you slide out into the echoing tunnel and realize you've just escaped certain ****. You look behind you and watch as the massive worm disappears into the darkness.

Judging by the sound of where you are you must be very close to some sort of undergruond cavern. You follow the sound of running water and emerge into a chamber lit by green glowing lichens. There is a still pool of very cold water and beside it a rushing river that seems dangerous. There is also an exit from the cavern, stairs carved from the stone. Maybe a way out?

It's usually not wise to go swimming in cave ponds, but you figure it's worth the risk to get the slime and residual acid off of your body. You savor the clean cold water on your skin and you use the rushing water of the river to clean off what remains of your clothing. Not much, just a torn loincloth and your leather travel pank. Once you're out of the cave you can make something from your blanket, but for now you will continue topless.

Once you're satisfied that you've washed off and examined your many minor injuries you head cautiously up the stairs. To your amazement you emerge, not into more caverns, but into a long hallway facing a golden door with something odd attached to it. You turn back and see that the hallway extending in the other direction has a heavy iron door barred by a complex clockwork mechanism. It seems impossible to open.