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STATUS
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Creature Type
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Animated Beehive
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Age - 4
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Mass – 753 grams
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A normally inanimate object, this object was overloaded with mana and infused with a wandering soul somehow. Animated objects are rare, but a great prize for alchemists and enchanters, as their base materials are extremely valuable for making magical items.
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SKILLS
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Basic Mathematics Rank 5
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Intermediate Mathematics Rank 1
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Observation Rank 1
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Basic Psionics Rank 6
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I took quick stock of my character sheet. Getting ready was more than just physical, a reminder of what I had at my disposal would prep me to better use my capabilities when they came up. Unfortunately my skills were pretty sparse at the moment.
I feel like I''m in a weird dream, drifting about, and that''s really not helping. I fired up my psionics and decided to practice with the axe I looted off that poor sod from the hallway. Here I was, puppeteering a walking corpse with magic. This was not helping my dreamlike impression.
What the hell is with that, anyway? It''s so unrealistic. Am I in a video game or something? I seriously doubted it, but if it was a game, I probably hadn''t paid enough money for it. If I told someone back home I was an animated beehive moving around a dehydrated old corpse with my magic skills they''d assume I was a complete psycho. And they wouldn''t be wrong. Have I lost my mind? Maybe. Whatever, if I have, I have, and no amount of talking to myself will get it back. It''s time to get serious.
I made some clumsy slow slices, hitting some of the big leaves hanging off the doorway for target practice. The first swing completely missed. The second was so weak it bounced off the leaf. Or maybe the axe was just that dull. I see. This is gonna take a while...This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.
A long while later, I had shredded a few dozen leaves with my axe, and it was looking like I was going to make an impression. Haha! I even managed to stop dropping my axe! Progress!
I decided I wasn''t going to get any better, and I took myself and my green stained axe and headed back in the sun orb room. I decided to get clever, and lined up a swing at neck height, did a few full swings to make sure I was in a good position, and waited for one to come to me. It took a few minutes but it was easier than chasing them.