Robot Scout
Terrarian
Will there ever be a time when the adventurer die, or will he live? Anyways, good story. Poor moon lord.
Story The Lamentation of the Moon Lord
- Thread starter Derunih
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man of flames
Cultist
WTF?
u are writing this as we read this?!?!
but most importintly when I figured this out...
what the
my mind is mlg mt.dew,doritos,mlg horn and smoke weed every day 360 no scoped!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
u are writing this as we read this?!?!
but most importintly when I figured this out...
what the
my mind is mlg mt.dew,doritos,mlg horn and smoke weed every day 360 no scoped!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It's a me!
Pixel Pirate
Impressive man! A lovely story. I love how you don't name the characters. Can't wait to see more!
By the way, I only have a loose plan for now, I tend to make up these chapters mid way through writing them...
Derunih
Steampunker
Chapter eleven: No rest for the Newcomer
Having finished with the piles of loot that they had been hoarding, the Newcomer set out once more, headed Westward. Wearing armour forged from the refined meteorite, the Moon Lord went back to work on the gigantic monsters he had been creating. Mostly the finishing touches now, and some form of power source... The force that the Moon Lord had planned on using accidentally got sealed away in the hurried creation of Hell's Abomination, so they were at a bit of a loss as to what to do there.
The Newcomer moved quickly, and soon arrived at their destination... The entrance to the dungeon, where the Old Man who the Moon Lord had cursed still wandered. Concerned, the Moon Lord had cursed him, thinking the dungeon would lure the Newcomer sooner, what with it's trove of artefacts and weaponry... Instead, they had pursued other challenges, and were now rather powerful, and the Old Man alternating between completely insane, and horrified at what he had done due to the curse.
Waiting until nightfall, when the Moon Lord's curse upon the Old Man was powerful enough to manifest, the Newcomer set up a small clearing, and readied their new... Gun? Well, weapon of some variety. Growing ever more agitated and anxious, the Old Man lost all pretence of humanity once the sun fully set, erupting into a great skeletal monster. Roaring savagely, it lunged at the Newcomer.
Already quite a veteran to these large-scale battles, the Newcomer ran to and fro, dodging most of the wide swipes from the skeletal construct. Firing away constantly, they focused on the two giant arms first, only clipping the main skull occasionally. The construct may have been intelligent once, but the madness that had eaten away at him over time had stripped that away, leaving them to only attack in wide, sweeping arcs, and the occasional head-butt.
Chipping away at the skeleton's hands rather quickly, they soon shattered into pieces. Shrieking with rage, the horrifying construct hurled itself at the Newcomer again and again, as they leapt and ran back and forth. Taking more damage than anticipated, they quickly downed a healing potion that they had found on their travels, and fought on.
Idly making a few more adjustments to one of his creations, the Moon Lord noted that the Newcomer was rather resourceful, and tended not to waste what they had found, or made. Ruling out a long term siege, the Moon Lord kept with their current plan, and went back to work, already knowing how this fight would end.
Showing no signs of tiring, the newcomer kept up their firing and dodging, as cracks began to form over the construct's skull. It's movements becoming more erratic, the great skeleton soon shattered, pieces of bone flying everywhere as the Newcomer dodged out of habit a few more times. Once the debris settled, the Newcomer strode forward in the silence, and claimed another grisly trophy from it's corpse.
Having finished with the piles of loot that they had been hoarding, the Newcomer set out once more, headed Westward. Wearing armour forged from the refined meteorite, the Moon Lord went back to work on the gigantic monsters he had been creating. Mostly the finishing touches now, and some form of power source... The force that the Moon Lord had planned on using accidentally got sealed away in the hurried creation of Hell's Abomination, so they were at a bit of a loss as to what to do there.
The Newcomer moved quickly, and soon arrived at their destination... The entrance to the dungeon, where the Old Man who the Moon Lord had cursed still wandered. Concerned, the Moon Lord had cursed him, thinking the dungeon would lure the Newcomer sooner, what with it's trove of artefacts and weaponry... Instead, they had pursued other challenges, and were now rather powerful, and the Old Man alternating between completely insane, and horrified at what he had done due to the curse.
Waiting until nightfall, when the Moon Lord's curse upon the Old Man was powerful enough to manifest, the Newcomer set up a small clearing, and readied their new... Gun? Well, weapon of some variety. Growing ever more agitated and anxious, the Old Man lost all pretence of humanity once the sun fully set, erupting into a great skeletal monster. Roaring savagely, it lunged at the Newcomer.
Already quite a veteran to these large-scale battles, the Newcomer ran to and fro, dodging most of the wide swipes from the skeletal construct. Firing away constantly, they focused on the two giant arms first, only clipping the main skull occasionally. The construct may have been intelligent once, but the madness that had eaten away at him over time had stripped that away, leaving them to only attack in wide, sweeping arcs, and the occasional head-butt.
Chipping away at the skeleton's hands rather quickly, they soon shattered into pieces. Shrieking with rage, the horrifying construct hurled itself at the Newcomer again and again, as they leapt and ran back and forth. Taking more damage than anticipated, they quickly downed a healing potion that they had found on their travels, and fought on.
Idly making a few more adjustments to one of his creations, the Moon Lord noted that the Newcomer was rather resourceful, and tended not to waste what they had found, or made. Ruling out a long term siege, the Moon Lord kept with their current plan, and went back to work, already knowing how this fight would end.
Showing no signs of tiring, the newcomer kept up their firing and dodging, as cracks began to form over the construct's skull. It's movements becoming more erratic, the great skeleton soon shattered, pieces of bone flying everywhere as the Newcomer dodged out of habit a few more times. Once the debris settled, the Newcomer strode forward in the silence, and claimed another grisly trophy from it's corpse.
Derunih
Steampunker
Chapter twelve: The dungeon, freed
Storing away their prizes in a piggy bank, the Moon Lord was baffled by how that achieved anything, as the Newcomer just picked the piggy bank back up. Walking forward, the Newcomer then proceeded to strip the furnishings from the entryway, leaving no book, lighting, of platform.
Seeing that they planned on taking everything, even some of the furniture that was nailed down, the Moon Lord turned to the skeletal remains left behind. Due to the nature of the construct, simply reviving it would not work, this time... But, the people that roamed the world were a little more complex than the wild beasts thus far, and as such may come out... Wrong.
Crafting a new body from the life flowing through the world, the Moon Lord instead refashioned the Old Man's soul into a new one, reincarnating them into a similar, yet slightly different person. Keeping most of their memories, enough had faded, or warped, that they were a new person, and took on a new name... Whatever that was. The Moon Lord found the names mortals gave themself to be cumbersome. Take Skeletron, for example, which is how the Newcomer had referred to the Construct during their battle. Such an odd name.
The Old Man wandered into the village, introducing themself as a Clothier now. There had also been an Arms Dealer that had joined, some time after the slaying of the great worm. Turning their gaze back to the dungeon, the Moon Lord saw that the Newcomer had been stripping the walls rather effectively, and had been slaying the reanimated skeletons of the warriors buried within. They must have come alive, back when the zombies were raised... Wandering up to the entrance, were a Goblin Tinkerer, and the trap Mechanic the Moon Lord had seen earlier. Apparently the goblins had grown suspicious of the Tinkerer's gadgets, and thrown him at the mercy of the then-crazy Old Man.
Grumbling, the Moon Lord saw that discontent with his rule was beginning to grow among the villagers. Understandable, given what they had gone through, but they had only been trying to deal with the Newcomer and their destruction. Furrowing his brow, the Moon Lord decided to lift his protection from the village, for the next night shall be worse then the others...
The Newcomer, on the other hand, was on their way back already, having filled up on random paraphernalia, and only a few chests. Sitting down to sort what they had found, they set off once more, to leave no light un-looted...
Storing away their prizes in a piggy bank, the Moon Lord was baffled by how that achieved anything, as the Newcomer just picked the piggy bank back up. Walking forward, the Newcomer then proceeded to strip the furnishings from the entryway, leaving no book, lighting, of platform.
Seeing that they planned on taking everything, even some of the furniture that was nailed down, the Moon Lord turned to the skeletal remains left behind. Due to the nature of the construct, simply reviving it would not work, this time... But, the people that roamed the world were a little more complex than the wild beasts thus far, and as such may come out... Wrong.
Crafting a new body from the life flowing through the world, the Moon Lord instead refashioned the Old Man's soul into a new one, reincarnating them into a similar, yet slightly different person. Keeping most of their memories, enough had faded, or warped, that they were a new person, and took on a new name... Whatever that was. The Moon Lord found the names mortals gave themself to be cumbersome. Take Skeletron, for example, which is how the Newcomer had referred to the Construct during their battle. Such an odd name.
The Old Man wandered into the village, introducing themself as a Clothier now. There had also been an Arms Dealer that had joined, some time after the slaying of the great worm. Turning their gaze back to the dungeon, the Moon Lord saw that the Newcomer had been stripping the walls rather effectively, and had been slaying the reanimated skeletons of the warriors buried within. They must have come alive, back when the zombies were raised... Wandering up to the entrance, were a Goblin Tinkerer, and the trap Mechanic the Moon Lord had seen earlier. Apparently the goblins had grown suspicious of the Tinkerer's gadgets, and thrown him at the mercy of the then-crazy Old Man.
Grumbling, the Moon Lord saw that discontent with his rule was beginning to grow among the villagers. Understandable, given what they had gone through, but they had only been trying to deal with the Newcomer and their destruction. Furrowing his brow, the Moon Lord decided to lift his protection from the village, for the next night shall be worse then the others...
The Newcomer, on the other hand, was on their way back already, having filled up on random paraphernalia, and only a few chests. Sitting down to sort what they had found, they set off once more, to leave no light un-looted...
Derunih
Steampunker
Chapter thirteen: A night of horrors
Before the Newcomer had a chance to reach the dungeon, night fell upon the world. The moon rose, tinted a faint red as the Moon Lord channelled more power to the undead denizens as they rose, returning some of their intelligence, and increasing their strength.
Some of the villagers felt ill at ease from the energies saturating the night air, snapping at the other villagers when approached. The remainder simply went on guard, ready to fight the shambling bodies as they approached the normally peaceful town. Keeping to their rooms, they held weapons at the ready, and the Dryad cast a spell of protection on all nearby.
The Newcomer returned the moment the sky had the first hint of red, and barricaded themself in the bunker that they had constructed earlier, they began firing at all of the zombies in sight, focusing their fire on the ones that had deformed from the magic of the night, flesh bursting and bubbling as more grew underneath. While the villagers were disturbed by the sight, the Newcomer did not bat an eye, and simply popped out on occasion to collect anything that the monstrosities dropped.
The Moon Lord had given the monsters new intelligence, in order to deal with doors... But the Newcomer had hidden in a bunker without doors, posing a problem to that plan. The village had been built hard to reach without climbing, so the villager were largely safe as well. Slightly angry at their own oversight on that matter, the Moon Lord directed their power to simply raising more of the undead as an alternative, hoping to overwhelm the Newcomer with sheer numbers.
Normally, the most tragic of the dead, those newly married, or mid-marriage, had been left undisturbed out of respect. Through their rage, the Moon Lord was no longer carefully avoiding those bodies, and accidentally raised a few grooms and brides as well, adding to their tragedies even after death. The Newcomer showed now sign of noticing this peculiarity, aside from stripping select items of clothing off of said corpses, presumably to sell them off later.
Waves upon waves of the zombies fell that night, and not one laid a rotten finger upon the newcomer. Throwing up his hands in resignation, the Moon Lord decided not to try that any time soon, as to not waste the bodies of the dead needlessly. Grumbling, they instead sat to watch the happenings of the world for a while, having run out of ideas for the time being.
Before the Newcomer had a chance to reach the dungeon, night fell upon the world. The moon rose, tinted a faint red as the Moon Lord channelled more power to the undead denizens as they rose, returning some of their intelligence, and increasing their strength.
Some of the villagers felt ill at ease from the energies saturating the night air, snapping at the other villagers when approached. The remainder simply went on guard, ready to fight the shambling bodies as they approached the normally peaceful town. Keeping to their rooms, they held weapons at the ready, and the Dryad cast a spell of protection on all nearby.
The Newcomer returned the moment the sky had the first hint of red, and barricaded themself in the bunker that they had constructed earlier, they began firing at all of the zombies in sight, focusing their fire on the ones that had deformed from the magic of the night, flesh bursting and bubbling as more grew underneath. While the villagers were disturbed by the sight, the Newcomer did not bat an eye, and simply popped out on occasion to collect anything that the monstrosities dropped.
The Moon Lord had given the monsters new intelligence, in order to deal with doors... But the Newcomer had hidden in a bunker without doors, posing a problem to that plan. The village had been built hard to reach without climbing, so the villager were largely safe as well. Slightly angry at their own oversight on that matter, the Moon Lord directed their power to simply raising more of the undead as an alternative, hoping to overwhelm the Newcomer with sheer numbers.
Normally, the most tragic of the dead, those newly married, or mid-marriage, had been left undisturbed out of respect. Through their rage, the Moon Lord was no longer carefully avoiding those bodies, and accidentally raised a few grooms and brides as well, adding to their tragedies even after death. The Newcomer showed now sign of noticing this peculiarity, aside from stripping select items of clothing off of said corpses, presumably to sell them off later.
Waves upon waves of the zombies fell that night, and not one laid a rotten finger upon the newcomer. Throwing up his hands in resignation, the Moon Lord decided not to try that any time soon, as to not waste the bodies of the dead needlessly. Grumbling, they instead sat to watch the happenings of the world for a while, having run out of ideas for the time being.
Derunih
Steampunker
Chapter fourteen: Familiar activities
Having gone through as many battles as they had, the Newcomer wasn't so... New anymore. The villagers were referring to them as the Hero, despite their destructive nature. Others called them the Explorer, which is closer to the truth, so the Moon Lord will think of them as such from now on.
Days passed, with little happening beside the Adventurer going to the dungeon, stripping the walls, then returning when either injured, or burdened with loot. Stealing golden keys from the reanimated skeletons, not even the locked chests were safe, their contents hoarded, and the chests themselves taken as well. The only things the Explorer did not take were the special chests, imbued with one of the elements of nature, and the very walls surrounding them. Even metal spikes were patiently stripped from the place, for some unknown purpose.
The waves of armored skeletons proved more of a match for the Explorer, causing them to leave rather often, and almost giving them mortal wounds once or twice. However, the Explorer remained too strong for the undead legions, resulting in a lot of harvested bones, and pilfered valuables. Even the incorporeal skulls only managed a blow every now and then, and the Skeletal mages were hunted down as soon as they appeared, crushed instantly.
Days turned into weeks, and the Explorer still fought on, plumbing the dungeon's depths. The King of all Slimes, grown impatient and eager for another bout, launched another attack during one of these days. The Explorer simply ignored the slimes attacking the village at first, as they could not get to the people inside. During one of the routine visits to the village to deposit loot, the Explorer slaughtered them all with apparent ease, looking almost bored by the time the King himself arrived.
The king received similar treatment, shot down rapidly, and killed within a fraction of the time the last battle had taken. The Moon Lord revived him wearily, and scolded the King of all Slimes for such a foolish endeavour. Settling down to watch the Explorer once more, little of import happened for a time, until the deepest chambers had been stripped as well, then the loot sorted once again. Only then, did the Explorer set out once more, this time Eastward, the opposite direction to the Dungeon...
Having gone through as many battles as they had, the Newcomer wasn't so... New anymore. The villagers were referring to them as the Hero, despite their destructive nature. Others called them the Explorer, which is closer to the truth, so the Moon Lord will think of them as such from now on.
Days passed, with little happening beside the Adventurer going to the dungeon, stripping the walls, then returning when either injured, or burdened with loot. Stealing golden keys from the reanimated skeletons, not even the locked chests were safe, their contents hoarded, and the chests themselves taken as well. The only things the Explorer did not take were the special chests, imbued with one of the elements of nature, and the very walls surrounding them. Even metal spikes were patiently stripped from the place, for some unknown purpose.
The waves of armored skeletons proved more of a match for the Explorer, causing them to leave rather often, and almost giving them mortal wounds once or twice. However, the Explorer remained too strong for the undead legions, resulting in a lot of harvested bones, and pilfered valuables. Even the incorporeal skulls only managed a blow every now and then, and the Skeletal mages were hunted down as soon as they appeared, crushed instantly.
Days turned into weeks, and the Explorer still fought on, plumbing the dungeon's depths. The King of all Slimes, grown impatient and eager for another bout, launched another attack during one of these days. The Explorer simply ignored the slimes attacking the village at first, as they could not get to the people inside. During one of the routine visits to the village to deposit loot, the Explorer slaughtered them all with apparent ease, looking almost bored by the time the King himself arrived.
The king received similar treatment, shot down rapidly, and killed within a fraction of the time the last battle had taken. The Moon Lord revived him wearily, and scolded the King of all Slimes for such a foolish endeavour. Settling down to watch the Explorer once more, little of import happened for a time, until the deepest chambers had been stripped as well, then the loot sorted once again. Only then, did the Explorer set out once more, this time Eastward, the opposite direction to the Dungeon...
It's a me!
Pixel Pirate
Ah, grinding, boring both when playing and reading.Sorry for the uneventful chapter, but it will be a bit until the next boss fightI'll try and skip over most of the grinding the Newcomer/Explorer does, to avoid boring you guys to tears!
Derunih
Steampunker
Chapter fifteen: Slogging through nature
Reaching the jungle, the Explorer jumped down carefully into a large opening in the earth, heading underground. Shooting at everything that moves, this kept them rather busy, since even the plant life in the jungle reached out to snap at them, and hornets continued flying in from every direction. The pools of water were not much safer, as they are often infested with piranhas.
Searching through the damp and gloomy caverns of the jungle, the Explorer took many a hornet's sting to the face, and to the back. When not fighting for their life, the Explorer was instead fleeing for it, barricading themself in a small hole or nook, waiting for their wounds to close. This inspired hope in the Moon Lord, showing that the Explorer can in fact be overpowered.
In between hiding in these makeshift shelters, the Explorer Picked up anything they could find, looting overgrown huts, and retreiving hidden relics in the hollowed out trunks of mighty trees, or stored in ancient shrines dedicated to the forces of nature. Even some of the rarer plant life was harvested, and between all of this looting, a return trip was made every now and then to put it all away.
The Explorer seemed to be looking for something, but they were not finding it if they were. Plumbing the caverns deep into the earth, the Explorer followed the snaking tunnels further than usual, heading so deep at times even lava began to appear, collected in small pools. They also found the entrance to the Lizhard Temple, locked away for all time due to their suspicious nature toward the outside world.
Acting more and more frustrated, the Explorer continued their journey for days, even weeks, heading down every path available, but what they sought seemed to elude them. And surely they were after something, for they had not explored any other place so thoroughly before...
Reaching the jungle, the Explorer jumped down carefully into a large opening in the earth, heading underground. Shooting at everything that moves, this kept them rather busy, since even the plant life in the jungle reached out to snap at them, and hornets continued flying in from every direction. The pools of water were not much safer, as they are often infested with piranhas.
Searching through the damp and gloomy caverns of the jungle, the Explorer took many a hornet's sting to the face, and to the back. When not fighting for their life, the Explorer was instead fleeing for it, barricading themself in a small hole or nook, waiting for their wounds to close. This inspired hope in the Moon Lord, showing that the Explorer can in fact be overpowered.
In between hiding in these makeshift shelters, the Explorer Picked up anything they could find, looting overgrown huts, and retreiving hidden relics in the hollowed out trunks of mighty trees, or stored in ancient shrines dedicated to the forces of nature. Even some of the rarer plant life was harvested, and between all of this looting, a return trip was made every now and then to put it all away.
The Explorer seemed to be looking for something, but they were not finding it if they were. Plumbing the caverns deep into the earth, the Explorer followed the snaking tunnels further than usual, heading so deep at times even lava began to appear, collected in small pools. They also found the entrance to the Lizhard Temple, locked away for all time due to their suspicious nature toward the outside world.
Acting more and more frustrated, the Explorer continued their journey for days, even weeks, heading down every path available, but what they sought seemed to elude them. And surely they were after something, for they had not explored any other place so thoroughly before...
Derunih
Steampunker
Chapter sixteen: NOT THE BEES!
The Moon Lord had lost track of how much time had passed. Into the jungle the Explorer went, then searching for a bit, then making a trip home. Still needing to form a little barricade now and then, to heal. Then, more searching.
The Explorer had even dug out an underground tunnel, all the way from the village to the oceans, and laid minecart tracks down inside them. Despite the shortened travel times, the search dragged on. They also even dug a tunnel straight down, until the flame of the Hell below could be both felt and heard, but they did not break on through that last remaining crust of earth just yet.
One day, out of the green jungle, a small cheer could be heard. The Explorer had stumbled across a gigantic beehive. Baffled as to why the Explorer would have been searching for such a thing, the Moon Lord watched on curiously, having little to do now that the challenges they had built were complete, barring a power source.
Breaking through a wall, the Explorer began to harvest the honeyed cells that made up the hive, and even scooped up some buckets of the honey pooled at the bottom. They also let some water flow in, and harvested the sweet, sticky honey as it hardened. That done, they then laid out a small platform of stone, and shot the chrysalis holding a huge larva.
The angry shriek of the Queen of all Bees echoed through the jungle, as she came charging toward the Explorer. Jumping over her as she flew past, they began to shoot at her immediately, keeping their focus on the Queen, with an occasional shot at any other creatures to come nearby.
Righting herself, the Queen began to circle around the Explorer, and shot stingers at him rapidly. They responded by running back and forth on their little platform they had made, firing their weapon at her in return. Seeing that the stingers didn't work, the Queen let loose some of her young, and they flew at the Explorer instead. Most of them were brought down in the crossfire, and the remainder were quickly targeted, and met a similar fate.
Shrieking again, the Queen charged at the Explorer, turning around to make another pass, then another. They jumped over her charges with ease, and were riddling her with small wounds as they did so. She returned to firing off stingers, repeating a cycle of attacks, trying to catch the Explorer with something.
As the battle drew on, the Explorer amassed some wounds, and downed a potion to recover. The Queen did not have this luxury, and was growing more and more enraged as the fight continued. Ducking and weaving, the Explorer had little trouble dodging her attacks, only getting hit when they didn't notice a stray bee or stinger sue to the poor lighting that far underground.
Another potion was drunk, and the Queen was charging with even more ferocity. Despite her best efforts, the Explorer was still doing well, and had been wearing her down. With a mighty crash, one of the Queen's charges turned into a nose dive, planting her face first into the bottom of her hive. Collapsing onto the little platform, the Explorer caught their breath for a moment, then went to claim their prize.
The Moon Lord had lost track of how much time had passed. Into the jungle the Explorer went, then searching for a bit, then making a trip home. Still needing to form a little barricade now and then, to heal. Then, more searching.
The Explorer had even dug out an underground tunnel, all the way from the village to the oceans, and laid minecart tracks down inside them. Despite the shortened travel times, the search dragged on. They also even dug a tunnel straight down, until the flame of the Hell below could be both felt and heard, but they did not break on through that last remaining crust of earth just yet.
One day, out of the green jungle, a small cheer could be heard. The Explorer had stumbled across a gigantic beehive. Baffled as to why the Explorer would have been searching for such a thing, the Moon Lord watched on curiously, having little to do now that the challenges they had built were complete, barring a power source.
Breaking through a wall, the Explorer began to harvest the honeyed cells that made up the hive, and even scooped up some buckets of the honey pooled at the bottom. They also let some water flow in, and harvested the sweet, sticky honey as it hardened. That done, they then laid out a small platform of stone, and shot the chrysalis holding a huge larva.
The angry shriek of the Queen of all Bees echoed through the jungle, as she came charging toward the Explorer. Jumping over her as she flew past, they began to shoot at her immediately, keeping their focus on the Queen, with an occasional shot at any other creatures to come nearby.
Righting herself, the Queen began to circle around the Explorer, and shot stingers at him rapidly. They responded by running back and forth on their little platform they had made, firing their weapon at her in return. Seeing that the stingers didn't work, the Queen let loose some of her young, and they flew at the Explorer instead. Most of them were brought down in the crossfire, and the remainder were quickly targeted, and met a similar fate.
Shrieking again, the Queen charged at the Explorer, turning around to make another pass, then another. They jumped over her charges with ease, and were riddling her with small wounds as they did so. She returned to firing off stingers, repeating a cycle of attacks, trying to catch the Explorer with something.
As the battle drew on, the Explorer amassed some wounds, and downed a potion to recover. The Queen did not have this luxury, and was growing more and more enraged as the fight continued. Ducking and weaving, the Explorer had little trouble dodging her attacks, only getting hit when they didn't notice a stray bee or stinger sue to the poor lighting that far underground.
Another potion was drunk, and the Queen was charging with even more ferocity. Despite her best efforts, the Explorer was still doing well, and had been wearing her down. With a mighty crash, one of the Queen's charges turned into a nose dive, planting her face first into the bottom of her hive. Collapsing onto the little platform, the Explorer caught their breath for a moment, then went to claim their prize.
But I need my Witch Doctor! Grumble grumble...
Brick Creeper
Duke Fishron
Wow! This is very good! I can't wait for the next chapter! 
Grand Paladin Tyrux
Empress of Light
Sweet, two new chapters! I really love this take on a good guy Moon Lord and an evil PC.
I'll try and continue the 2 chapters a day, just for you guys!
Derunih
Steampunker
Chapter seventeen: A little toasty
Seeing the power of the jungle in action, the Moon Lord decided to look into drawing it out, when he could... The Explorer also seemed to see the dangers of the jungle, and sped on out of there once they were done with the giant hive. Followed by a short break to sort items, and do some more fishing, they hopped down into the mine shaft they dug out earlier, riding a gigantic bunny rabbit for whatever reason.
It took quite a while for the Explorer to fall all that way, but they eventually reached the small crust of ash that they had left at the bottom of the shaft, keeping it closed from the burning heat below. Cracking that open, they dropped on down, and rode the bunny down to a small ledge of ash, surrounded by bubbling lava.
The Moon Lord admired their courage for travelling down so far, but was also wary of their intentions. The burning Hell that they had reached was not a pleasant place, infested with all manner of vile creatures, and souls that were so evil, they were naturally drawn to such a retched place.
One of the wretched creatures dwelling in that place, devious little Fire Imps, took notice of the Explorer, and teleported near them. Doing nothing at first, the Moon Lord suspected it was there to actually welcome the mass-murderer. The Explorer had no such intentions though, and promptly shot it in the face.
The Demons, Fire Imps, Bone Worms and Fire Bats all turned to the Explorer at that point, and began heading for them, filled with murderous intent. The explorer shot at any who approached, and began digging in the ash, scooping up any molten Helstone whenever they found it. Imps were hunted down as soon as they appeared nearby, and Demons watched wearily, usually still shot down after a bout of mining.
Other Hellish denizens fared little better, being killed whenever they were deemed a nuisance. In this fashion, the Explorer worked their way along to the side, stopping at ancient towers to steal whatever belongings the Demons and Imps owned. They had also brought a Shadow Key with them, and used it to open the locked chests with the most valuable of Hell's treasures hidden within.
At one point, one of the Demons that was slain dropped a Voodoo doll of the Guide from it's claws, and the Moon Lord froze, remembering their nature. The Explorer leapt at the doll, catching it before it could come to harm, and pocketed it. Disturbed that the Explorer had chosen to keep the doll, the Moon Lord still felt relaxed, knowing that the Guide will come to no harm from the pools of lava touching one of the cursed dolls.
As such, the Explorer did what they were known for, and searched far to the East, and then to the West, gathering much of the Helstone, and stealing everything that wasn't nailed down, much like they had treated the old Dungeon, making small trips back for healing and item sorting. And none of the Voodoo dolls that were found came to harm, much to the Moon Lord's continued relief.
Seeing the power of the jungle in action, the Moon Lord decided to look into drawing it out, when he could... The Explorer also seemed to see the dangers of the jungle, and sped on out of there once they were done with the giant hive. Followed by a short break to sort items, and do some more fishing, they hopped down into the mine shaft they dug out earlier, riding a gigantic bunny rabbit for whatever reason.
It took quite a while for the Explorer to fall all that way, but they eventually reached the small crust of ash that they had left at the bottom of the shaft, keeping it closed from the burning heat below. Cracking that open, they dropped on down, and rode the bunny down to a small ledge of ash, surrounded by bubbling lava.
The Moon Lord admired their courage for travelling down so far, but was also wary of their intentions. The burning Hell that they had reached was not a pleasant place, infested with all manner of vile creatures, and souls that were so evil, they were naturally drawn to such a retched place.
One of the wretched creatures dwelling in that place, devious little Fire Imps, took notice of the Explorer, and teleported near them. Doing nothing at first, the Moon Lord suspected it was there to actually welcome the mass-murderer. The Explorer had no such intentions though, and promptly shot it in the face.
The Demons, Fire Imps, Bone Worms and Fire Bats all turned to the Explorer at that point, and began heading for them, filled with murderous intent. The explorer shot at any who approached, and began digging in the ash, scooping up any molten Helstone whenever they found it. Imps were hunted down as soon as they appeared nearby, and Demons watched wearily, usually still shot down after a bout of mining.
Other Hellish denizens fared little better, being killed whenever they were deemed a nuisance. In this fashion, the Explorer worked their way along to the side, stopping at ancient towers to steal whatever belongings the Demons and Imps owned. They had also brought a Shadow Key with them, and used it to open the locked chests with the most valuable of Hell's treasures hidden within.
At one point, one of the Demons that was slain dropped a Voodoo doll of the Guide from it's claws, and the Moon Lord froze, remembering their nature. The Explorer leapt at the doll, catching it before it could come to harm, and pocketed it. Disturbed that the Explorer had chosen to keep the doll, the Moon Lord still felt relaxed, knowing that the Guide will come to no harm from the pools of lava touching one of the cursed dolls.
As such, the Explorer did what they were known for, and searched far to the East, and then to the West, gathering much of the Helstone, and stealing everything that wasn't nailed down, much like they had treated the old Dungeon, making small trips back for healing and item sorting. And none of the Voodoo dolls that were found came to harm, much to the Moon Lord's continued relief.
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The Destroyer
Aawesome! Can't wait what happens next. The suspense is building up!