>>6071836>>6071540You take slime and mud and weave new creations from it. Creeping oozes and grasping hands of mud are spun into existence, a dozen in total created over the course of a day. You send them out and watch through them as they slither and burble along. The sewer that you've found yourself in stretches along for some time, twisting and branching. Most of the tunnels terminate in heaps of rubble and trash, but one ends in sunlight and the sounds of people. Your oozes creep up to the edge and find a stinking cistern surrounded by the backs of shabby looking huts, a few human children are tossing rocks into the filthy water below. Back at the stone egg that forms your body you hear voices from above, through the hole you carved and fell down through.
“If we’re lucky rook, it’s a slow one. Or an obsessive. I’ve seen them just sit there and make cubes of dirt for a decade or more before they get frisky. Or they never move past the basics...gods fuck the queen it moved.” You hear the frustrated noise, halfway between sigh and scream. “Alright, occupy the minion for me, I’m going to look down the hole it made.”
“Occupy!?”
“It can't be that strong yet, grade 2 at best. You’ll be fine.”
7 on d7You watch from Clod’s eyes as he lunges across the room at the two interlopers, the first two people to ever see you originally in fact. The young man moves to intercept you, tugging a sword free from his hip, but Clod moves with surprising speed for a heap of animated dirt, and a fist of packed earth slams into the young human’s face and staggers him backward. Blood flows freely down his face from a broken nose.
“Gah, suck a muddy dick!”
His partner snorts. “I wondered if I’d ever see your upbringing.”
10,3 on 2d10His face twists into a scowl. “High grade 1.”
“See? It’s just dirt, you can dispatch it.”
The young man certainly didn’t look like much, but one flash of a sword later and your connection to Clod was severed. Twice you have been invaded, and twice creatures you have made have been destroyed. This is displeasing. Admittedly your creatures seem inherently hostile, which certainly isn’t helping their survival, even now the slimes you sent out are itching to ooze out and bite the ankles of the children around the cistern, though they seem hesitant to stray beyond the sewer.