Brief Background:
I have found myself puzzled and confused as to why I have been seemingly plucked from the world I call home and transferred to this land the locals call Terraria. This lifestyle has changed the way I live, and I miss my comforts and my family. I have decided to inscribe a recollection of my life story from this current time to the future in some vain attempt to maintain sanity. I probably should have started this sooner but what is done is done...
I have found myself puzzled and confused as to why I have been seemingly plucked from the world I call home and transferred to this land the locals call Terraria. This lifestyle has changed the way I live, and I miss my comforts and my family. I have decided to inscribe a recollection of my life story from this current time to the future in some vain attempt to maintain sanity. I probably should have started this sooner but what is done is done...
I have spent the day traversing the jungle mining a newly discovered ore. It can only be described as a rather eroded stone infused with a plant like substance. Initial analysis reveals that it is stronger than a the hallowed armor I currently brandish. It also seems to posses magical properties. This is why I'm now quitting my venture to bring it to the wizard for more intensive study. Nothing worth noting occurred during my trek back to my hamlet aside from the occasional wasp of spiked slime. The wizard marveled at my find. He referred to it as chlorophyte, he went on to explain that it was an ancient mineral created by a Lihzard priest in an attempt to craft a renewable supply of defensive material that could easily be replenished. The finicky ol' wizard nicked a small bit to keep as a specimen (thinks I don't notice). The gunsman approached me after I departed from the wizard's room claiming he had concocted a grand scheme to craft a mechanism that could control and manage flame. Had blueprints and everything. He instructed me to speak with him next time he received his shipment of "totally legitimate gun parts."
I woke up to the clothier complaining yet again about zombies banging on the door. You'd figure for a man who spent his life outside of a dungeon he would have some basic defense skills. Then again the dungeon guardian defended him. Though I do feel bad, he has been plagued with nightmares. He only confides in me and the witch doctor, However he makes comments about the other residents from time to time. The mechanic and the steampuner had just finished arguing when the air suddenly became chillier. I had faced this before and had prepared for such an occasion. The clothier buried himself under a pile of pillows, garments, and a blanket. He proceeded to barricade himself under his bed. I strapped on my boots that allowed me to travel faster and sprinted into a nearby snow filled wasteland. I spotted my arena which I had foritified with over 10 dart traps 12 spear and spike traps as well as a flame dispenser courtesy of a Lihzard ruin. I charged over the remaining expanse and burst through the door. I could see every breath I made turn into a frosty mist infront of my face. The skeletal structure melded with machinery began to form in the air. I clad the gear and consumed the potions I had prepared for this event. The skeleton formation had formed and my villagers watched in horror as his limbs tore through walls. Something I had not expected happened this time. The clothier jumped from the roof adorning armor and drove what had to be one of the legendary rumored hero swords directly into the hovering skeleton's skull. The bones split and cracked and fell to the floor. I collected the loot and approached the clothier and began to commend him when he started to tremble. I could tell he had no idea what he had just done or why he was wearing armor. I walked him back to safety and escorted him to his bed where he went to sleep soundly. The witch doctor than came in and gestured that he would take care of him. He shook his head.
After the discovery of the chlorophyte the wizard has been egging me to take him to the Lihzard temple. He has been scrying at his crystal ball and claims that something with immense magical energy is obscuring his view of the Jungle. The energy seems to be pooling from one central location. Gives me the impression that there is some sort of battery in the temple capable of creating magical rifts. Of course word spreads fast when you live in a hamlet with so few people. I'm actually surprised that our mechanic wished to accompany us on the journey. "Let's take a look at those traps, I can probably pinch a few for that arena your planning." She had clearly been snooping at the blueprints in my dresser. I'm not one to argue. Surprisingly she seems to be very capable of defending herself. She knows quite a few damaging blows that she can strike with that wrench. Those that are on the receiving end of said blow must have a gut "wrenching" feeling. See what I did there? Either way we set off and I let the wizard borrow a set of armor, when he attempted to wear the greaves on his arms I regretted this decision almost instantly. Trying not to offend him I yelled "be careful with my Adamantine greaves" He gave me a puzzled look as if to say "These are greaves?" The mechanic had already adorned some armor without my permission. I had this sinking feeling they were both going to die... Which would be fine except our findings changed everything we knew. "So erm this is the jungle?" "No... We have to travel through the crimson to get to the jungle" "Oh I see! Then this map makes no sense" "its backwards..." Perhaps my favooorite bit of dialogue the whole day... The old man was a huge annoyance and the mechanic looked like she was ready to tie wire around his neck as a collar and pull him the rest of the way. The fleshy feel of the Crimson was not enjoyable for the convoy. If this wasn't hectic enough a screaming in a very distinct high pitched shrill could be heard. I spun on my heel to see the mechanic pinned against the ground by perhaps the largest Crimson spider creature I've seen. The look on her face really put me off I fumbled for my sword for a while before settling to kill the beast with my hands. To my utter shock the wizard's hands glowed with an aura that would make lightning jealous. He cast a bolt into the monster so strong it must of flew a thousand feet. I rushed to the mechanic's side and looked at her ankle where the fangs had penetrated deep into the flesh. The wizard had busied himself with collecting a soul of night that had dropped from the beast. A fitting reward for a wizard. No? To my surprise she got up and traipsed back towards our village. I clapped the old man on the back and commended him. I was extremely impressed with his tremendous mastery of the arcane. I had a new view of the foolish duffer. He continued to observe offensive skill by blasting almost every wasp or spiked slime we came across before I could unsheathe my sword from its hilt. Show off. Upon reaching the Lihzard temple the man instantly fainted. I knew whatever was obscuring his view of the temple from his crystal ball was now interfering with him. I charged through the temple haphazardly and activated several traps which I didn't care about. Even if my people can respawn they lose their personality. Their memories become simple occurrences without rhyme or reason. I had found the source of the power within a chest due to the fact it was radiating with light and ancient whispers in Lizhard tongue were seemingly emanating from the thing. As I reached down to grab it the wizard stopped me. He had waken up. He was mumbling in a language I did not understand and had managed to cast a spell that paralyzed me. "Do not touch the cell the catalyst is too strong!" "We must figure out a way to drain the energy" without making my limbs useable he made the object hover and placed it into a machine with a matching slot. A blast sent the wizard flying into a wall. Luckily the blast seemed to shake the spell and I regained movement just in time to witness a humanoid figure form out of thin air. I retrieved Excalibur and thrust my blade into its chest. It nearly bent the alloy of my blade. A fist detached from the body and struck me in the thigh. I grabbed a crystal storm tome from my pack and began casting at the fist. Slowly and surely the fist deteriorated and fell apart. Another fist detached and swung in the same manner but this time I was ready. I had bolted a K.O. Cannon to the ground and mounted the controls. The fist shot out of the cannon to meet the other fist I found it quite ironic. The fist fell apart as if someone had unscrewed it. The head and body began hopping around like a frog. The body sprung like a coil and landed on me. I was sprawled against the ground moaning when I realized the wizard was climbing the wall! What a fool! I continued to get trampled and I could feel my energy depleting. The wizard had now managed to reach the ceiling. He had began to cast his lightning spell and then jammed a hand into the ceiling. Electricity ran across the whole room and millions of spears jolted from the the ceiling and impaled the golem. It keeled over and landed on the ground near me jarring me to the side. The wizard fell to the floor and started shaking vigorously. I crawled over to him feeling quite faint. I thruster a healing potion into his gob and he drank the elixir generously. The wizard feeling better spoke "the discharge... of... magical energy... has... distorted the balance of... nature ... causing things to go... off kilter." "What does this mean?" "My general thought is that we... cannot respawn anymore." Oh bother now don't tell me he's dying that would be far too cliché. He wasn't but he did tell me the dryad should know more. This changes everything! I'll have to fortify my hold and construct armor and... I guess we cross this bridge when we know more.
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