rolled 1, 6, 5 = 12
You pull. The lake molds beneath your touch, reaching up with tendrils of clearest water, encircling the winds and bringing them in. The hand of the god presses down, pushing the elemental into the water, letting the lakebed eat it whole.
It's screaming, clawing at your mind, trying to break free. Its hatred washes over you like a wave, weakening your resolve. But you continue. It sinks deeper and deeper, its body maimed, dispersing into the icy water.
With one last burst of will, it renews its attack, blasting you with thousands of tiny needles. The earth rises before you, forming a shield of dirt that turns quickly to mud. The elemental disappears beneath the lake just as the shield fails, and you collapse, exhausted and in an incredible amount of pain.
The lake is frozen, a prison for your enemy. Hretmar calls for you.