Lore of the Champions: The Burned Man

By Jacob the Guide
WARNING: Content of this story may include violence, gore, romance, same gender romance, Minecraft, Terraria, and references to several other video games and TV shows. This series is also written in script format. If anyone is offended by any of the content listed above, than please turn back now. You have been warned.
Author's note: Please note that even though Terraria is often mentioned in the series, this is a Minecraft AND Terraria crossover series. So please do not be offended. Instead, enjoy!
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Terrarian Pony presents...
Lore of the Champions
The Burned Man
By Jacob the Guide
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For the longest time, Terraria was a dark place. War and fear were the only thing to know. Mythrolhia in particular, was a place of ruin for so long. That is until those who were fighting, eventually found something worth fighting for.
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I believe I may be getting ahead of myself. It is best that I tell you, the reader, who I really am. My name, is Jacob. They call me the Guide, and for good reason. My knowledge of Terrarian Culture is extensive, beyond what any human can comprehend. I would like to say I am no longer human, but that would mean accepting that I have lost all of humanity, and I'm not ready to give that up entirely.
Every champion has a story, weather good or evil, light or dark, weak or strong. My story is I'm only the middle man of everyone else's story. I only altered their stories slightly. But no matter what I did, my decisions strongly impacted their future. But I should start from the beginning if I am going to tell this right. 
As I mentioned before, Terraria was in total disarray. No one even understood why they fought. It was just the way of things. Clans would conquer all the lands to establish dominance against one another. The only reason anyone did anything was for power. But there was one man that would change Mythrolhia's fate for better or worse. But I will talk more about him some other time. For now, I want to atone for my own sins by telling the truth about a different man. The burned man.
During the time of birth, Mythrolhia had changed from an arena of children playing with swords and axes, to heroes who would learn to either fight to change the world, or to burn it until there was nothing left. These men and women were known as champions. These champions fought for what they believed to be just, weather that meant protecting the innocent, or if it meant destroying humanity in order to allow nature to flourish. But true champions were meant to inspire men and women to protect themselves, and to lend a hand if they can help it.
Me. I wanted to be a champion, but I knew that if I tried, my inevitable fate would be death by the hand of some bandit, or terrible cult of evil. So I opted to become a scholar instead. I've learned a great many things. One of the most appealing subjects to me, was how to cheat death. I of course knew of one form of doing do. Many champions would use it, but it was one-use object. My studies brought me to these magical artifacts, known as totems of undying.
Totems of undying were hard to obtain, considering they were held by powerful sorcerers of the Illager race, known as Evokers. They would use summoning magic to summon minions called vexes. It's a terrible thing to be killed by a vex swarm, but if you manage to kill their master, you could likely find a totem of undying on their person.
Totems of undying will literally save a man from death in battle, but will immediately destroy itself after a single use. It is a good idea to have many of these totems on hand, especially when you are staring into the face of danger. But a simple totem could not save me from old age. I wanted immortality. 
Ten years I've researched, looking for the secrets to eternal life, and found nothing, going mad from obsession. But then I found it. I looked at the blood running down from arm, caused by self inflicted harm, and realized what I had to do to gain the immortality I so desired. I couldn't just take something for nothing. In order to ensure I gain the gift of everlasting, I had to make a sacrifice. 
Grabbing a totem in one hand, a knife in the other, I began cutting into my own flesh. I cut, and I cut, and I cut... tearing the skin from my bones, scream in agony. I continued to deform my own body, until suddenly, I felt the totem shatter in my hand. My flesh began to heal itself before my eyes. I looked down at the flesh torn from my body, the floor soaked in my blood. I kneeled down painfully from the exertion, and began to weave it into something most awful
It was then I realized that the flesh I had given was not enough. I needed more totems. By the time I was done, I had used seventeen totems in counting, to finish the abomination I was trying to create. It was a doll made to mirror my own image, weaved out of my own flesh. At one point, I even ripped out my own heart, and weaved it into the doll as one of the totems began to replace the missing organ. It was horrible. But now, it was finally done.
All I needed was to bind the doll to myself, but I could not do that on my own. So I looked toward a new source. I went straight to the underworld. A place most commonly known today, as The Nether, aptly named for it's hellish landscape, and oceans of lava. It was here, I would meet a demon. Not just any demon would do. It had to be one with great power, enough to be at least third to the top of the food chain. I just had to survive long enough to find him. And I did. 
Within a tall Nether fortress, overlooking a terrible view of what had passed for "civilization" in The Nether. Tortured souls fighting over scraps, and arch demons looking down on them, watching in amusement at the chaos. 
At last, I had found him. An arch demon named Ahzrukhal. It took the form of a man in a black suit. His face was like something out of a caricature. He told me he'd been expecting me. I stared the demon dead in the eyes, and said "You can take my soul, bend it to your will, but I want my living body to stay in the overworld for eternity." 
The demon's grin faded slowly, his arms locked tightly behind his back in a respective gesture. He told me he could not except such a deal, but offered me an alternative. The demon nodded, and called forth a voodoo demon. It landed next to him in a slouched. They enjoy torture through means of voodoo magic. Ahzrukhal told me I may keep half of my soul. The other half will be transferred into the doll I have created. I would become immortal, and in exchamge, my job was to get involved in certain events, to guide champions through their trials, and decide weather they are worthy of changing the world in the image of the cosmos, or to meet their end as fate had intended. My job, was to find the one, true champion. 
If I didn't comply, the voodoo demons would torture me alive until I did. But the biggest twist of our deal was that if the doll were destroyed, I would become into a hideous behemoth forced to roam from end to end of the underworld, and I would destroy anything in my path. The doll would be replaced with a new one, and I would pop back up in the overworld again like nothing happened. The behemoth I become, would seal away the Hallow forever, or until I can find someone who can kill my behemoth form. 
I rejected the offer, at first. I wasn't going to become some thug for the gods to play with, doing their bidding for such a small price. But I paused, realizing that once I walk out, the deal would no longer be applicable. I turned back to the arch demon, his hand still out to finalize the deal. If I backed out then, my efforts would have been for nothing. 
I took his hand in mine, and shook firm. Since that fateful day, I have become known as the "guide of Terraria", but those who know my true nature refer to me simply, as "the burned man". This comes from the fact that I've been known to wake up with unexplained burns in random spots on my body. As the arch demon promised, I would be subjected to such torture if they were displeased. And I would be forced to fight in wars that made no sense at all, only to fight for whom the cosmos choose to win, dying over and over throughout history. And I would guide champions from all across Terraria to decide their ultimate fate. 
I am the burned man. I am the Wall of Flesh. And this is my story. 
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Author's note: Thank you for reading. If you like this article of my new side series "Lore of the Champions", make sure to comment down below. If you didn't like it, then feel free to comment anyways, 'cause I'm not afraid of any haters. I'm Terrarian Pony, and I will see you later, Champions. 
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