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You awaken to a couple buckets of water being dumped on you. The empty buckets hovering overhead quickly distract you from being wet in the sudden cold morning air you find yourself in. "You can make things float!" You explain to your companion...or master you correct yourself.

"You're a Ranger, you'll also have limited spells." the large mystical beast replies directly into your mind, his clear eyes piercing into you as he looks over your naked form.

"AM I still the ranger?" you ask cheekily.

"Yes yes, we have only reversed the direction of the companion bond. You will still grow and gain the abilities of a true Ranger." Your master says as you feel the warmth of cleansing magic clean the filth from your body and the nearby sundress.

Blushing at how he said 'we' as if you were completely complicit in choosing your current position, you nod towards your clean dress. "You're quite the gentleman this morning, what's your name anyway?" you finally ask.

"As if I would share it with a pathetic creature like you, Claudia." the creature spits your name as if it were something disgusting. Realizing that he just read your name out of your mind, you try to do the same, peering into the psychic link between you and your master. Suddenly, sensation rings out through your body, the feelings of mother superiour disciplining you hard with a cane wrack your brain and body. You gasp and curl over as you realize your master is punishing you for snooping.

"You'll wear the dress and nothing else. Garments can get in the way of spellcasting."

"I think that's only wizards," you say, recovering a little from the mental onslaught "or intelligence casters"

"Wear the dress" the voice commands and you immediately acquiesce, wondering if it shrunk slightly from the rain the night before.

"Speaking of, I have some attribute points to assign." You say joyfully opening up your status window.

"Put it into constitution." your master commands flatly.

"w-what? It's certainly useful in combat but wisdom is what I need for spells. or even strength and dexterity to use weapons." you protest.

"Silence!" booms the voice in your head and you feel every atom in your body still to follow the order. "You don't need strength, dex or wisdom, because I will be doing the fighting. You don't need charisma because you are an animal to me, I find you repulsive and no attribute point will fix that. You could have used some intelligence before getting into this mess but now you have me to do your thinking for you. Constitution will help you serve me better, help you stay alive in combat as I take care of all our problems. That's the much better option don't you think? Not that I'm giving you a choice."

With the voice compelling your actions, you watch as you push the constitution arrow, the durable feat autogenerating with a ding and informing you that you can now take more punish than the average adventurer.

"All set?" The unicorn says unpreterbed, "I believe our party is waiting."

"Y-yes" you manage to stammer out, dejected that even your choices in leveling up have been waiting for you.