Aardvark123
Terrarian
The Moon Lord is imminent!
Story The Lamentation of the Moon Lord
- Thread starter Derunih
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Grand Paladin Tyrux
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Impending doom approaches...
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Impending doom approaches
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Can't wait to see or you know, read the final battle 
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The moon lord will awaken (da da dunnnn)
CalebthePianist
Official Terrarian
HYYYYPE!!!
Moon Lord HYPE!
Moon Lord HYPE!
Derunih
Steampunker
Chapter fifty eight: Waaaiiit for it...
The Moon Lord spoke to His Nemesis. It was his first time in doing so, and it would probably be the last. And the words were simple: "Your impending doom approaches."
His Nemesis seemingly ignored this, and collected the fragments of the Pillar as everything shook, the very foundations of the world itself quaking as the Moon Lord moved. His Nemesis rushed back to the Village, to get ready for Him.
Gathering the Four Powers, already infused with a fragment of his soul, he wove them together... Not into a creature exactly, but into a vessel. The rock that the Moon Lord had sent down from His Realm had already been given his form, albeit crudely, as he had rushed the work. As the Power slipped into it, the World shook again, and the Rock finished taking His Form... With a few slight oddities. The lack of a lower half, for one.
Shrugging off the few unusual aspects, the Moon Lord got comfortable upon his throne, and focused... Reaching out with the entirety of his being, his soul rumbled through space to house itself in this replica of himself, seeping into the reformed rock...
And then his eyes opened. He flexed, and the world shook once more. He tested his new body, moving it around a little, before rising up, and turning to face the direction of the Village. His Nemesis had set up in the Clearing, buffs ready to be drunk, and weapons at the ready. Now, they shall settle this matter... Hopefully, for good.
And with a great crack, the Moon Lord appeared over His Nemesis, and the battle began.
The Moon Lord spoke to His Nemesis. It was his first time in doing so, and it would probably be the last. And the words were simple: "Your impending doom approaches."
His Nemesis seemingly ignored this, and collected the fragments of the Pillar as everything shook, the very foundations of the world itself quaking as the Moon Lord moved. His Nemesis rushed back to the Village, to get ready for Him.
Gathering the Four Powers, already infused with a fragment of his soul, he wove them together... Not into a creature exactly, but into a vessel. The rock that the Moon Lord had sent down from His Realm had already been given his form, albeit crudely, as he had rushed the work. As the Power slipped into it, the World shook again, and the Rock finished taking His Form... With a few slight oddities. The lack of a lower half, for one.
Shrugging off the few unusual aspects, the Moon Lord got comfortable upon his throne, and focused... Reaching out with the entirety of his being, his soul rumbled through space to house itself in this replica of himself, seeping into the reformed rock...
And then his eyes opened. He flexed, and the world shook once more. He tested his new body, moving it around a little, before rising up, and turning to face the direction of the Village. His Nemesis had set up in the Clearing, buffs ready to be drunk, and weapons at the ready. Now, they shall settle this matter... Hopefully, for good.
And with a great crack, the Moon Lord appeared over His Nemesis, and the battle began.
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh YEAH BOY
CalebthePianist
Official Terrarian
Will the Moon Lord win?
Or will he lose?
Aaaaugghh the suspense is killing me!
Or will he lose?
Aaaaugghh the suspense is killing me!
Derunih
Steampunker
Can't wait to see or you know, read the final battle
Glad to see you have been waiting eagerly for this battle!Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh YEAH BOY
Oh, but not until the next chapter. Teehee
He was gathering Luminite, for his vesselThe end is nigh (what was the moon lord gathering?)
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Got that right!
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He was gathering Luminite, for his vessel [/QUOTE]
Smooth move derunih
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[/QUOTE]Smooth move derunih
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Epixlucas!
Terrarian
Oh, yeah! Derunih, you are awesome. Can't wait for the fight!
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Thank goodness I didn't miss it (had to go)
Derunih
Steampunker
Chapter fifty nine: Squelch.
The Moon Lord gazed down upon His Nemesis, and wasted no time. Flicking out a Tentacle from his mouth, the Moon Lord began to sap the life from them directly, making it fly out in little Clots. These clots were shot down, but not before they had pulled a little of their health away. Firing off his energy in glowing Bolts, the Moon Lord followed His Nemesis closely as they ran back and forth to dodge the attacks, Phantasm constantly firing away at his open Eyes. The Dragon would also gnaw at whichever Eye was closest, but the Moon Lord tried to simply ignore it.
As His Nemesis scurried back and forth, the Moon Lord conjured up several Phantasmal Spheres, Eye-like balls of energy that hovered in the air, then flew at His Nemesis in an attempt to crush them. They often got clipped by this attack, resulting in a slight stumble as they reached for their unending Potion supply. A few more Bolts accompanied the Spheres, not giving them a moment's rest.
The next attack to come from the Moon Lord's hands were similar to the Bolts, except they were a lot more volatile, and would explode upon impact. They also tried to swerve toward His Nemesis, to bring down that which he had grown to hate. These were similarly dodged, but in doing so, left them vulnerable to get hit by more Phantasmal Spheres.
These combinations of attacks were wearing His nemesis down fairly quickly, but it did not feel like it was enough. A more... Potent attack was needed. Focusing his energy even further, the Moon Lord watched His Nemesis closely, before firing off a massive Beam, filled with the power of Death. He hoped it would be enough to not only kill His Nemesis, but to strip them of their unnerving ability to reincarnate... Which, until recently, had been the Moon Lord's domain.
His Nemesis could not dodge the simply colossal beam, so instead they charged through it, rolling on the other side as it swept through them. It did not slay the stubborn warrior, but it did badly wound them, which helped the Moon Lord's cause just fine. On the downside, the constant volleys of arrows from the Phantasm were starting to tear at the flash around His Hands, and the eyes within were coming loose.
More attacks were traded, and His Nemesis reached for another Potion, already struggling to pilot the UFO as the pain began to blind them. The Moon Lord was not faring too well either, the Eye upon his forehead also coming loose from the waves of Arrows. With a sickening squelch, the one on His Right Hand fell out completely, leaving a row of spines sticking out which had been holding it in.
This Eye, the closest thing to a True Eye of an Old One that the world would be able to see, floated up, and continued to serve the Moon Lord as if it were still a part of him. It rained down Bolts and Phantasmal Spheres just as regularly, yet with even more ferocity, expending more and more power into these attacks in an attempt to end His Nemesis sooner.
His Nemesis ran for it, a wa\ise choice considering their situation, but never stopped returning fire, trying to bring down the Eye on the Head. Most of these shots bounced harmlessly off of the Moon Lord's hide, but a few found their mark, and a few more hit the left Hand instead. After a few more volleys like that, a second sucking squelch sounded, as the other True-ish Eye flew up to join its Twin, and they began to fire off smaller, yet still potent, Beams similar to that of the Moon Lord's own.
His Nemesis wobbled through the air in their UFO, fumbling for another Potion, getting ready to drink it once the current one's side effects wore off. Phantasm was never released though, and the remaining Eye Socket quivered, and the Eye inside fired off another colossal Beam, trying to end this, here and now.
And suddenly... Another Squelch. But this one was different, and the Moon Lord's breath caught in his throat.
The Moon Lord gazed down upon His Nemesis, and wasted no time. Flicking out a Tentacle from his mouth, the Moon Lord began to sap the life from them directly, making it fly out in little Clots. These clots were shot down, but not before they had pulled a little of their health away. Firing off his energy in glowing Bolts, the Moon Lord followed His Nemesis closely as they ran back and forth to dodge the attacks, Phantasm constantly firing away at his open Eyes. The Dragon would also gnaw at whichever Eye was closest, but the Moon Lord tried to simply ignore it.
As His Nemesis scurried back and forth, the Moon Lord conjured up several Phantasmal Spheres, Eye-like balls of energy that hovered in the air, then flew at His Nemesis in an attempt to crush them. They often got clipped by this attack, resulting in a slight stumble as they reached for their unending Potion supply. A few more Bolts accompanied the Spheres, not giving them a moment's rest.
The next attack to come from the Moon Lord's hands were similar to the Bolts, except they were a lot more volatile, and would explode upon impact. They also tried to swerve toward His Nemesis, to bring down that which he had grown to hate. These were similarly dodged, but in doing so, left them vulnerable to get hit by more Phantasmal Spheres.
These combinations of attacks were wearing His nemesis down fairly quickly, but it did not feel like it was enough. A more... Potent attack was needed. Focusing his energy even further, the Moon Lord watched His Nemesis closely, before firing off a massive Beam, filled with the power of Death. He hoped it would be enough to not only kill His Nemesis, but to strip them of their unnerving ability to reincarnate... Which, until recently, had been the Moon Lord's domain.
His Nemesis could not dodge the simply colossal beam, so instead they charged through it, rolling on the other side as it swept through them. It did not slay the stubborn warrior, but it did badly wound them, which helped the Moon Lord's cause just fine. On the downside, the constant volleys of arrows from the Phantasm were starting to tear at the flash around His Hands, and the eyes within were coming loose.
More attacks were traded, and His Nemesis reached for another Potion, already struggling to pilot the UFO as the pain began to blind them. The Moon Lord was not faring too well either, the Eye upon his forehead also coming loose from the waves of Arrows. With a sickening squelch, the one on His Right Hand fell out completely, leaving a row of spines sticking out which had been holding it in.
This Eye, the closest thing to a True Eye of an Old One that the world would be able to see, floated up, and continued to serve the Moon Lord as if it were still a part of him. It rained down Bolts and Phantasmal Spheres just as regularly, yet with even more ferocity, expending more and more power into these attacks in an attempt to end His Nemesis sooner.
His Nemesis ran for it, a wa\ise choice considering their situation, but never stopped returning fire, trying to bring down the Eye on the Head. Most of these shots bounced harmlessly off of the Moon Lord's hide, but a few found their mark, and a few more hit the left Hand instead. After a few more volleys like that, a second sucking squelch sounded, as the other True-ish Eye flew up to join its Twin, and they began to fire off smaller, yet still potent, Beams similar to that of the Moon Lord's own.
His Nemesis wobbled through the air in their UFO, fumbling for another Potion, getting ready to drink it once the current one's side effects wore off. Phantasm was never released though, and the remaining Eye Socket quivered, and the Eye inside fired off another colossal Beam, trying to end this, here and now.
And suddenly... Another Squelch. But this one was different, and the Moon Lord's breath caught in his throat.
Derunih
Steampunker
Ohhh? Were you guys thinking/hoping that that would be the final chapter?
Not quite! You will have to wait and see, for what it is that I have in store...
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There's our derunih
I don't want it to end
I don't want it to end
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Keep it going bro
Derunih
Steampunker
Chapter sixty: ... Well, now what?
Just as the Third True-ish Eye slipped from the confines of the Moon Lord's Head, he felt a pang in his chest, as the central Core where his soul was stored began to weaken, and it's protective casing fell away. His attacks hesitated for a moment, barring for the Phantasmal Spheres that had already been formed.
And His Nemesis stumbled, grinning as they saw the Moon Lord weaken! Only to by squished into a pulp by those very Phantasmal Spheres that had been summoned, which resulted in the customary pile of coins.
The Moon Lord blinked. What. That was it? Just as the battle was tipping? Retreating, as the Moon Lord no longer knew how the Villagers would react to him, even those such as the Guide, he set the Vessel down in a far-off hiding place... One where it could slowly reform from it's wounds. Returning his soul to his original body, the Moon Lord stretched, and took a moment to watch the Village... Apprehensive.
And there they were. Rising out of bed, as per usual, was His Nemesis. Nay, not His Nemesis, the Immortal. For that is what they must be. Ripped asunder by the strength of one who had control over the very cycle of life and death itself, they still managed to come back. Rather quickly, all things considered.
The Moon Lord sighed, and pulled the fueling power out of the vessel, as it had been significantly depleted during the fight. Returning it to the Lunar Coven, the Ancient yet new Leader of the Cultists accepting the energy without a word, housing it in the Tablet as before. In fact, no one said a word. Not the Lunar Coven, not the Moon Lord. Not even the others that conferred with him, the Four Clans, the King of all Slimes, the three Great Machines. All was silent.
And the Immortal set about to reorganizing all that which they had obtained in that fight, and the Moon rose upon a still world.
Just as the Third True-ish Eye slipped from the confines of the Moon Lord's Head, he felt a pang in his chest, as the central Core where his soul was stored began to weaken, and it's protective casing fell away. His attacks hesitated for a moment, barring for the Phantasmal Spheres that had already been formed.
And His Nemesis stumbled, grinning as they saw the Moon Lord weaken! Only to by squished into a pulp by those very Phantasmal Spheres that had been summoned, which resulted in the customary pile of coins.
The Moon Lord blinked. What. That was it? Just as the battle was tipping? Retreating, as the Moon Lord no longer knew how the Villagers would react to him, even those such as the Guide, he set the Vessel down in a far-off hiding place... One where it could slowly reform from it's wounds. Returning his soul to his original body, the Moon Lord stretched, and took a moment to watch the Village... Apprehensive.
And there they were. Rising out of bed, as per usual, was His Nemesis. Nay, not His Nemesis, the Immortal. For that is what they must be. Ripped asunder by the strength of one who had control over the very cycle of life and death itself, they still managed to come back. Rather quickly, all things considered.
The Moon Lord sighed, and pulled the fueling power out of the vessel, as it had been significantly depleted during the fight. Returning it to the Lunar Coven, the Ancient yet new Leader of the Cultists accepting the energy without a word, housing it in the Tablet as before. In fact, no one said a word. Not the Lunar Coven, not the Moon Lord. Not even the others that conferred with him, the Four Clans, the King of all Slimes, the three Great Machines. All was silent.
And the Immortal set about to reorganizing all that which they had obtained in that fight, and the Moon rose upon a still world.
