>>6078650>>6078596It wells up inside of you, like a red hot chains that tighten around you, threatening to drag you down, but you seize the chains, pull them into yourself, <span class="mu-i">capture</span> them. This is power, something rare and precious and painful. You have only the vaguest ideas of what you are, what you are capable of, but one thing is certain. <span class="mu-r">They have underestimated you.</span> Glowing chains manifest around Clod, wrapping his body, scorching mud and dirt into blackened ceramic. Heal rolls off the golem as it flexes its fingers, glowing interior contrasting against the blackened outside. This is a true threat, not mere cannon fodder. As if to illustrate your point Clod points a hand forward and a concussive blast of flame and force bursts out, shattering bits of stone along the sewer walls. Your anger ebbs away, for the moment, settling into a low simmer deep within you. There is much to be done. Your enemies plot against you and your defenses are lacking, this hole leading directly to you is the first issue of concern.
> Fill the hole above you with dirt and stone, taking and manifesting as required. No hole, no problem.> Move to a new position within the sewers, and leave behind a sizable deadfall trap> Create some sort of beast to lurk in the hole and cut the ropes, perhaps a copper mandibled beetle.> Write in