That Strength

A: What Was My Backup Plan?
A3: Shove The Lid Aside (Strength)

With a strength born of **** need, I **** myself to push against the lid of my prison. Muscles unused in days protested against the sudden demands for action, and both bones and sinews creaked under the intensity of the strain I was placing on them. Nothing happened at first, and I nearly gave up in despair before I felt the seemingly impossible weight of the lid beginning to give way, ever so slightly.

With a renewed burst of energy I shoved harder, and with a toppling crash the two inch thick granite slab that served as the lid of my prison slid aside letting me bolt upright and gasp in the fresh air of the world beyond the confined space of the box in which I had awoken. Peering about myself I beheld...

A: What was the chamber I found myself in like?
A1: A sand-strewn catacombs.
A2: A dry and dusty Sepulcher.
A3: An Imense Canyon that I almost fell into...
A4: An empty temple with Statues lining the walls.

B: And waiting for me there were...
B1: A group of apprentice Necromancers.
B2: Bugbears, Goblins, and Hobgoblins.
B3: my fellow deathwives.
B4: An Honor Guard Of Skeletons.