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  I may have been in my revory for longer then I’m comfortable with as my entire being goes from super condensed on myself to back to the normal sense I’m getting used to. Looking about this world that is myself and the outside I can see that most of my creatures are doing as they where told before my little focus. Everything is running as it needs to, which is to say dead and waiting to be more then that, but aside from that. Well being only a graveyard is kind of just super simple and doesn’t stir the creative soul that much. So I bring my view around to the entrance to the graveyard and look beyond it, and think about it.

  Beyond these walls is a forest, and it looks like it has some potential, but I can’t really reach it as is. So I look through what my items are, and I start considering what I can do with them, looking them over, I start to think of what I can make. Making something seems odd to a part of me, like it shouldn’t even be possible yet it’s something I also know intuitivly. So sliding back down to the experimentation room I look at the materials I couldn’t use to equip my monsters. Thinking about all of these bits of rusted metal and scrapped armor I begin devising a plan to use it all. It does take forcing my energy to snap and shave off bits and pieces of rusted metal and the few scraps that are still usable. But after a few long moments of work I have a very presentable pile of scraps, but hopefully it can be more.

  Focusing I summon a ghost but before sending it into the pile like the others, as I was more interested in trying something with the knowledge I have. Focusing deeply I took the most presentable of the metal and began forming a sphere of iron and steel. It takes a bit to form it, and it’s not exactly smoothed and polished but I think it fits the idea well as I focus on it. For a second or two I wonder if it will work though but shake my nonexistent head and just run with it. Giving the order to the ghost, they vanish and incorporate into the sphere and I hold my breath for a second. Then that second turns into a moment and I almost feel like my experiment will lead to something.

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  I move to work on something else when the sound of iron screeching and grinding against stone and iron. My gaze is brought directly to the orb which now stands in the center of a creature of iron and rust that is morphing and forming. I look at it and I can see the energy forming around it like tendrils of mana forcing itself into these disparate pieces of the metal. Staring at it I slowly feel a bit of joy creeping into me before I think on what this is going to be in accordance with my dungeon. I start digging out a small section to the side of the second hallway of the area, and think on an idea. Telling the new…...Rust Sttrider seems likes a good name, to enter into the small side area I begin forming it into a mini boss section.

  I don’t intend the guardian crawler to remain as the main boss for this area forever, it is a good experiment but it is too week for what I want here. I like this creature and I decide to put together a sort of broken down wing of the crypt. Somewhere that looks left along but on purpose, like this creature took it over and they just put old boards on it that was laying around the area. I also weather this section far more then the main section to make it really feel abandoned compared to the well taken care of look of the main section of the crypt.

  Nodding slightly I can feel something odd and mentally concerning enter into the graveyard, something that grates on the energy there. Zipping back up to the top I can see a few figures in darker robes who are entering into my little section of the outside world. And I can see all of them are rather hostile in their demenure as they look around. I can feel an animosity flowing off of them as they look around my graveyard with utter contempt, which I feel is uncalled for. I put a lot of effort in being respectful to these dead on the surface but from what I can tell they only see me as a problem. They don’t even know me and are acting like this.

  I would be more annoyed if I wasn’t utterly terrified.

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