I have decided upon a name for my creation. Golem. It comes from an old word buried in the depths of the Alchemists' scripts, meaning "embryo." This creation shall be my child, shall be truly mine. But it has yet to form, it is only a shapeless mass with no purpose, no life. I will seek to change that.
Size: 1 meter
Harvested Organic: Potato
Arithmetic sequence: Simply tells the creation to stand
Parchment: Rune for "Life"
Result: The golem lay there, inert. There was no reaction this time, not even the slight pull on my magic that I had felt the last time. The potato must be scrapped. Clay appears to be compatible, as is the pumpkin, but other organic matter may be more effective. Must test as such.