The monster goes dead silent, and over the storm, you can't tell where it is. An instant before impact, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and your tendrils coalesce, saving you from instant death. Unfortunately, you are instead swatted into the chasm waiting below. You fall for awhile, and then the sound of rushing water greets your ears. Then, with a thunderous smash, everything fades from your senses. Your last thought is that the water is strangely warm. ... When you come to, you are lying on a cot in a simple wooden room. This has happened two too many times today, you think.