Lexonomicon 2

Lexonomicon #2 is a mysterious book written by presumably Cotter Twelfth and Joseph Caper. It was later discovered by the Necromancer Aerean. It is the second installment in a series of books preceded by Lexonomicon #1 and followed by #3, #4, #5, and onwards. It contains an encyclopedic collection of information.

## Lexonomicon #2

### Source

https://forums.terraria.org/index.php?threads/role-play-calamity-adventure.74729/page-1038#post-1752723

## Contents

Meet Existentialists whom harten.To the person reading this,This book was meant for you. Maybe.Second out of four.
Property of - Cotter TwelfthE. PLURIBUS HIM.

[Fusion]
A very interesting subject, the act of two or more beings being combined into a collective force.
BiologyIn this, the effects of fusion shouldn't work. DNA was only made for itself. For example, if you put someone else's brain into your own body, even reconnected all the nerves, the body will simply do nothing, because the DNA of the other person was not made to be compatible with your body, unless you were identical twins. Any creature with DNA cannot have parts rearranged with the DNA of others. Fusion is the act of combining two beings, usually with DIFFERENT DNA. So how are they able to function as one, when their DNA are incompatible? Well, the closest thing to it is the Angler Fish. In order to mate, a male angler fish must bite into a female angler fish and never let go. After time passes, both merge into one, and the female can produce eggs for the next generation. There are problems with this, however.
This process is only for mating, not sharing knowledge, conscience, or even control. Making it hard to explain how two fused beings can act so... normal, able to preform tasks as if they were truly one person, not a fusion, despite having different DNA. Second, this process takes a long time, while fusion would take a few instants. Also, it also throws a wrench into trying to explain how beings are able to defuse...
MentalThis is hard to explain how fused beings are able to mentally work together. When two minds are placed into one container, a usual occurance is insanity. Unable to even have your thoughts private, having to hear someone else's thoughts, both of you trying to share control over one body... It's... complicated. It's worth noting that most fusions treat themselves as a collective force, using "we" for example, as if they given up individuality. Interesting, considering that trying to diffuse would mean the two minds split, and yet not damaging nerves and pre-existing body systems.
[Garufan Fate's Passage]
"Fate's Passage" is the belief that everything in this world belongs to an already written destiny. Everything we do was already predestined... but the Interceptors are ones who lives outside that law. The one that intercepts fate's passage. The Interceptor is usually called upon by the universe when the world is in immense danger. When this happens, the being is brought in to act as the judge of this world. The Interceptor has the ability to send the world into peace or destruction. All up to the mercy of them. There are usually weird phenomenons surrounding the Interceptor. Sometimes they know things when they shouldn't. They can appear and disappear, as if they were just an apparition...
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[Crimson Calamity]Once, there was a world that was just like this one. Filled with greenry, blue skies, clear water. Then... a Calamity occured... The oceans became crimson red, the reason why it was named the Crimson Sea. Unlike the Terrarian variant of Crimson, this was purely toxic, not corruptive, even killing all sealife instead of actually turning them into what you have here, and dissolving the land that people stood on. Soon, the world was just five islands. Two of which sank almost immediately. The other three... Two of which where just surviving, but the final island... Was home to a dictator known as the "Princess". Using the Calamity as leverage, she became the absolute ruler of the land... Then everything sank. Everyone died. The world was dead.
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The end of Rejuvenation.
[Overlap]The universe doesn't allow for the SAME EXACT person to exist in the same time simultaneously. If this were to happen, eventually the universe would delete one of you to correct things. If you had Time Gear amulets, or someone special was on your side, they will protect you from this, but if you were to ever lose them...I don't suppose you'd want to leave your existence up the to world, would you? We're going to have to force the universe to accept us through a process called Overlapping. By coming into contact with yourself from a different time, you can merge with them. This will erase any risk of being deleted by the universe, but it's risky. The risk is being overtaken. The one with the strongest mind always comes out on top. If your alternate self has a better state of mind and force of will, they will become the dominant mind, and you will be erased. If you were to somehow fail the overlapping process, you risk your very existence.
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[Pan-Dimensional]Pan-Dimensional is a portion of Meta-Physics. It means that a being can be seperated between multiple temporial or spacial universe/dimensions and control all of them. However, this is usually complicated both to us and the being who is pan-dimensional. If a being was seperated into eleven universes, and you have to control each an every single one, for every thought, every movement, everything because you are aware of every perspective. It would cause you to have a horrible sense of direction and attention. Try moving in multiple different axis of space time while being aware of every perspective, good luck.
Is it possible to truly get complete control over every being without being horrible with direction? There are multiple ways of doing this, it seems. Two we know of right now.1. Split personality/Mind. By splitting your mind and conscience, you can control each and every single being, however... You either get retailiation from your other version, as they now disagree wth what you are doing, or you lose the power to be able to be aware of the others and get stuck in one body to live out your days in. Usually the latter occurs, about 85% of the time.2. 11-Dimensional Beings, like Bill Cipher, Dimentio, and the Interceptors should they appear in an actual physical form. Of course, this usually means being born into it, or having to change yourself completely into a higher dimensional being, which usually resulting in your destruction, as your body wasn't made to comprehend such a concept of a higher dimension in the first place, regardless of how much power you have, not even magic can help you here, as that magic you control cannot comprehend a higher dimension as well.
THE PORTAL WHEN COMPLETED WILL OPEN A GATEWAY TO INFINITE NEW WORLDS AND HERALD A NEW ERA IN MANKIND’S UNDERSTANDING OF THE UNIVERSE.
[Dimensions]We, as a species can only think the thoughts that we were built to think -- the others do not exist for us. This forces lower dimensional beings to be unable of comprehending higher dimensional beings, and sometimes makes the higher dimensional beings invisible to the lower dimensional beings, as lower dimensional beings cannot comprehend it. What might seem like normal to them, might be gods to us.
We can only exist in universes that are still our spacial dimension. I.E. We are Three Dimensional, therefore we can only exist in three dimensional worlds or lower, shown multiple times involving a certain plumber named Mario, able to go to 3D worlds and 2D worlds, but hasn't gone to 4D worlds as he cannot spacially comprehend it.
VIVAN LOS PATOS DE LA PISCINA.
[Dimensional Rift Creatures]I have studied the heart of humans and creatures for a very long time. The heart I refer to is not the physical one, but the spiritual one. You may even refer to it as a soul. You may have come across people with closed hearts. They are called the Corrupted. Corrupted feel nothing but the desire to hurt and destroy. Truly and utterly soulless beings.  The Corrupted are known for attacking creatures and humans alike. Fortunately, a process known as "purification" was created to re-open the hearts of the Corrupted. This created the possibility of redemption for those thought to be too far gone. Too far gone... ah yes. I've come across beings far worse than the Corrupted. Beings completely devoid of every emotion excluding hatred or hunger... I think I shall call these... Dimensional Rift Creatures. These beings are those that have their inner corruption amplified to its maximum potential. This emotion then implodes within the being. This allows them to gain a circular-orb form. Although this is the first form they take, it is their dormant form. In this form, they cannot do much. ... However, when provoked, the Dimensional Rift Creatures can morph into their true body. Born from hatred or hunger of course. This is when a being like no other appears. It is very, very, difficult to revert them back at this state. Heh... But should we? It is then when they are most vulnerable. Their body is the literal manifestation of their heart and soul. It is in this form that we are able to purify them back into their original being. The process isn't too complicated either. You may not understand it, but someone will.
Note - It appears that the Dimensional Rift Creatures take an erratic form when corrupted by Rift Matter, causing them to become mindless and seeking for hunger or hatred. These creatures are able to withstand large amounts of attacks. However, it is IMPOSSIBLE to be able to control their forme. Even if you were powerful with large amounts of magic, it would only increase your hatred and hunger further in you became a Dimensional Rift Creature. The nature of Rift Matter comes directly from Convexity, due to not having a true set of physics, causing it to be erratic.
If there is no future, there is nothing to accomplish, therefore nothing can go wrong, because nothing can go right.
[Toxic Purity]The very first attempt to make purity, the Master decided to create instead of destroy. Creating a "Master Seed" that possessed thousands of qualities from other plants and a few fungi, The Master unleashed this onto the worlds to purify. However, The Master did not forsee the devastation it could cause. The plants that were grown drained life and any hint of nutrients, creating a small wasteland. So the Master ceased its creation, and left them, to stay forsakened. However, the Master would find that they will return to this. The plant absorbed any nutrient available, only limited by metals. Using this, the Master implemented it with their bases of operation to take out waste of any type. However, they didn't release this back onto the universe, which is a good omen. As it is capable of decomposing living bodies... and bones. Be wary of where you tread.
We all try to escape reality with fictional worlds, when in actuality, reality is the best thing we have. Hard as it is to sometimes say...
[PULSE]The PULSE machine was originally used by Team Meteor of the Reborn Region. They had access to a strange machine that could amplify the power of Pokemon to an incredible amount. The machine, however, is a parasite. It takes a huge toll on the Pokemon it amplifies. The machine also had another weakness of forcing the Pokemon to be grounded to one spot, allowing others to easily destroy it. The Team Meteor model of the PULSE was destroyed shortly after its creation. Later, Team Bladestar of the Aevium Region rebuilt the PULSE machine, but in a different way. So instead of rebuilding an exact copy of the PULSE machines Team Meteor created, they built their own version. A machine that is able to be both beneficial to the Pokemon and to the user of the PULSE machine. After its eventual destruction, the Master's Forces found about this technology, and rebuilt it, this time as a way to amplify any being's power, to a certain extent. This was also used to cap power and to discourage any mutiny. It can also be used to amplify power to extreme levels, but this was limited to a few machines. Most of the machines that were produced by the Master's Forces either amplified the user's power by an average amount, or limited the user's current power. It also worked as a versatile modification, able to amplify a weapon's power.
Under Team Meteor and Team Bladestar, the PULSE machine is known as the Pokémon Ultimation Link-System Exaggerata.
Under the Master, the PULSE machine is known as the Purity Ultimation Link-System Excellerator.
[Aether]Greek word for the stuff that Universe are made of.
Aether surpasses all of the normal elements of the Infinite. Its strength is equivalent of suns, gravity and the righteous might of passing comets; it is the spiritual matter the very universe is made of. Its power resides within its connection to the cosmos and specifically to 'spirit energy'. Aether deals in matters that surpass those of the terrestrial elements and draws on deep powerful magics of ancient celestial origins. It can be harnessed, and it is all about how the element uses energy, as it taps into the very well spring of the being; its spirit, or the spirit of others. In this way, energy can be transferred but other aspects of a being's energy can also be transferred. Energy in its purest form is Light Aether. It is seen with strong connections to light, life, holy might, and cosmic energy. Light Aether can be projected, moved, repelled, altered and even transferred. When Aether is tainted by the effects of dark magic, or if a being becomes corrupted, Dark Aether is born. The influence of Dark Aether can take over and corrupt the consciousness of the being. Being corrupted by Dark Aether results in their physical appearance taking on a much darker form, altering their voice and their eyes turning completely white. The effects of Dark Aether can leave a permanent mark on an individual. The darkness has a very real taint that stains; it is a tangible thing much like an essence, and it is the well-spring from which poison and fear rises. Only Light Aether can effectively fight its dark counterpart and counter its effects... and vice versa.32 then 64
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[Convexity and the Radioactive]Convexity is the space between worlds. The void between voids. You might be questioning to what does it mean to say 'void between void'? I'm saying that it is but a barrier. Convexity acts as an airlock or barrier between every world, every universe, and every void. How this works? You can't enter Convexity through normal means. Convexity has no actual set physics, therefore, it becomes INCOMPATIBLE with every world, forcing the inhabitants of those worlds to STAY in their worlds as their physics don't work here, therefore, it rejects them like an invisible, indestructible wall. However, using what's known as the "Link Cable" which allows you to seperate from your own world. You will retain the same physics as the world that you came from, upon entering a world however, you must accept that world's physics. Of course, entering, you can retain some of the physics of your own world, but it won't last for too long. Too much exposure to the harsh nothingness of Convexity Breath can cause you to become a Radioactive, so it is best not to linger near it. However, a few areas, like Concurrent Skies, have been constructed with lost bits that provide protection against Convexity. Though, nothing in Convexity will last forever. The Radioactive can be seen to be an effect of that.
The Radioactive exist because of the low level radiation coming from Convexity Breath, some beings have taken a black-green color scheme, has blank eyes, and are able to spread radioactive energy. Unlike the Corrupted, the Radioactive are much more toxic, being in close proximity with them can turn others feral and uncontrollable, and they have been likened to mindless monsters that will attack anything in sight. They are stronger than their normal or even sometimes Corrupted variants. Due to their power over radioactive power, their attacks are more powerful than corruption, though, they don't do well against metal. Also, be sure not to wear dark colors around them, thanks to the fact that dark colors absorb more energy, it also absorbs more radioactive powers, making it a very powerful foe against other corruption sources as the corruption is usually a dark color. However, natural occuring Radioactive beings like Xenomites are much more stable than the Feral Radioactives. Xenomites, Hazma, and Geigeroach all are stable and are able use radioactivity as a way to fuel themselves, although they still need to eat because they cannot get nutrients that way. They seem to be a product of evolution, at least here. Anyways, sorry for that ramble, to protect yourself from the Radioactive, don't wear dark colors because it absorbs way too much, and have metal armor, as metal slows down the radioactive radiation. Oh, almost forgot, there are of course three radioactive types that coincide with the Radioactive. Alpha Radioactive are usually the weakest, Beta Radioactives is the most common type, and Gamma Radioactives are the most rarest and most powerful of all those beings."64
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[Innocent Child]A child is born to innocence. A child is drawn towards good. Why then do so many among us go so horribly wrong? What makes some walk the path of evil, while others choose the good? Is it will? Is it destiny? Can we ever hope to understand the force that shapes the soul? Well, as I see it, cause and effect. Villains are villains because of their past. Heroes are heroes because of past. I am who I am because of my past. And you are who you are because of your past. The past defines you, and everyone around you. Blame the villain all you want, but know that if you had their memories and they had yours, they'll be blaming you. The world makes its villains, not because it wants to, it has to. So accept that fact.LATCO SDRAWKCAB131 157 165 40 167 145 162 145 40 164 150 145 40 162 145 141 163 157 156 40 167 150 171 40 150 145 40 145 170 151 163 164 163 56
[Rants about Chaos]...Because like every being in the known world wants, is chaos. Freedom is chaos. Being able to do what you want to do when you want to is chaos. Embrace the chaos of accepting this knowledge and let it free you from your shackles... An ideal world in my eyes, is a world of freedom. A world where anyone can laugh and play to their heart's content.I embraced freedom. I embraced chaos. I embraced the fact I could do what I want. And by doing so, I have opened my eyes. I see things for what they are. I just do what I want and what I think is fun.When everyone looks the other way, at least I have the option to look the opposite way everyone is!Only when you don't let anyone define you can you be truly free....Everyone has their own idea of an ideal world. The world isn't black and white.
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[The Message]This message is this, just this, all this says is this, it says itself, so it means it also says this, and that actually, and also that, and that also, it could go on forever, but you could never reach infinity because you will always be on a number, or can you? Government secrecy is an interesting subject, can you reach infinity? What is on the other side of flat earth? These are the sorts of questions that baffle the minds of people, and the government needs to reveal their secrets, but possibly they don't know either, possibly they know exactly as much as you know, because how would you know, lie detectors have a chance of being incorrect, even though that chance is small, it is still possible, so the fact that they know as much as you do could go multiple ways, the government may not have any extended answers to the universe, but may know everything you do, including your credit card number, but how would you know, you could ask them, they might lie, but may be convincing, or unconvincing but telling the truth, that may be a convincing lie, that also could be the truth, that you may know, but you could've been hypnotised, or so you think, for all you know the moon could be a projection, or not even real, all you are seeing is the light, not the moon, or maybe not, the eyes could tell lies, or so you think, or so you think all but not quite, for all you know your vision might just be thoughts in your brain, but maybe your brain isn't even real, for you might be being manipulated, you may think you are yourself, but how would you know? You might be in a simulation, that seems like real life, but it isn't, you may be in some big nightmare, that covers many many years in the space of two seconds, how would you know? It may all possibly be a dream, but even your memories may be false, someone could've put false memories in your brain right this very second and you may think it's your whole life story, the others you see, may not even exist, how do you know they're not just pretending, or part of the simulation, your mind is the only mind you can fully think through, for all you know you could be the centre of the universe, everything you know could all be false, how do you know a place exists if you've never been, if it's just one continuous lie, where everyone is in on it, pretending things to make it seem like real life, when you learnt something, what about if it was a lie, it might be wrong, you could never assume, or could you? This message might be written by aliens, it could be manipulating you right now, it could've been sent into the simulation, how do you know this message is even real? It could just be code in hexadecimal bytes.
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[A form of equality... in odd places]I just needed to help the others get by.Some of them didn't.Others made a full recovery and went on to lead thelives they came here for.Some stayed here, and in time left.Since then, there've always been people here,though the faces change with the seasons.Fugitives... Refugees... Sinners and those who havebeen sinned against...Everyone is equal here, but always wanting bynecessity.I've done what I could just to deliver.In time, necessity became skill.Skill became renown.Now it's almost too dangerous for me to try anythingelse.
Even now, there are people herewho need protection.I wanted to be able to offer them that protection too.This place is my home.-Corin Rouge
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[The Tale of the Hero and His Queen]Long ago in the Kingdom of Aevium, a loneQueen looked over her land.The Queen had her own appointed knightof light. Which she kept safe from harm.At any point of adversity, the knight wouldprotect his Queen above all else.However, one threat they could not handlecreeped up to their door.The Hero met his end and fell in battle.Leaving his sword lifeless.The enemy presented this sword to HerMajesty as a symbol of their defeat.The Queen would not allow hope to cease.She strung back her bow and shot her finalarrow.
Thus ending the war.
[Alternate, current, and future]"Congratulations, you have killed a being who wished for death. Trapped in a prison of madness. At least you can take comfort in relieving one who wanted to go to the abyssal void to have their memories removed and become a mindless killer." - E
"Are you cooked yet? Say nothing for yes or "Aargh! The pain! Why won't the pain stop?!" for no... Good. Oh. You're alive. What a delightful surprise. If you are not going to play by the rules, then there's no point in continuing the tests." - G
"You know, part of me wants to just set this thing free. That'd be nice, right? Unfortunately, I have orders to the contrary. After all, I'm with Team Meteor. By the way, one of my orders is to eliminate you, sodon't take it personally or anything, all right? " - T
"Generally speaking, when one has locked themselves in a hidden room, they wish not to be approached. But I see you don't care. Not that I'm surprised. This world is void of care." - C
"What is your business in here? If it is to destroy my work, then your business is for nothing." - I
"ALSO CHEESECAKES ARE NOT CAKES, THEY ARE PIES, STOP TELLING ME THAT THEY ARE CAKES!!!" - A
"Do you remember that voidal existence that was created before you suddenly fought the Wall of Flesh?" - H
"THE UNIVERSE CAN NO LONGER EXIST IN PEACE. SO IT MUST NO LONGER EXIST FOR PEACE TO BE RESTORED!!!" -M
“How easy it must be to play the protector when you think yourself untouchable. How wrong you are.” -A
“I had hoped for more from you. But I expected as much.” -NB
“All the power you have gathered for yourself, I can take away.” -A
“Fire? Is that your only trick?” -A
“The soul of this world is gone, and I would gladly kill it again.” -A
[Stories and Archives]
["Desert Scourge"]When the Sea King, Amidias refused to partake in the forbidden ritual to awaken the Moon Lord/The Dark Lord from his slumber and imprisonment on the moon the Jungle Tyrant King, Yharim had the witch Calamitas evaporate all of the seas water with fire and brimstone. This event caused the great sea worm, now known as the Desert Scourge, to go on a rampage. Deprived of its previous food source, Crab and Shark meat, it devoured all of the inhabitants of the now dried up sea kingdom. Now the sea worm has dried out and become a hollow shell of its former self, constantly seeking fresh meat for it to devour.The great sea worm appears to have survived the extreme heat and has even adapted to it.What used to be a majestic beast swimming through the water has now become a dried-up and gluttonous husk on a constant and voracious search for its next meal.It seeks the Medallion as a way to seek its master
["Crabulon"]Calamitas' legendary ocean incineration killed off countless creatures, boiling them alive or leaving them for dead in an inhospitable environment. The large but docile crabs that once roamed the ocean floor sought refuge underground; instinct guided them to the dank caves most resembling their former habitat...but it was simply not enough. The crabs perished in fields of luminescent mushrooms, their corpses becoming host to innumerable fungi. Only the barest scraps of meat remain in their parasite-ridden husks, compelled to move and feed even in death.
A crab and its mushrooms, a love story.It's interesting how creatures can adapt given certain circumstances.
Flesh rots. Metal rusts. Stars grow dark. Whether over the course of a century or millennia, all things lose the ability to serve their purpose and become dust. Such is an immutable, inescapable law of reality. Thus, one who transcends such a limitation - one who is flawless and eternal, possessing none of the weakness called humanity - can only be considered God. Utterly unfettered and unparalleled. Surpassing the very nature of existence. Sing your praises to Crabulon, The Perfect One.
["Hive Mind"]The Hive Mind, the grotesque creature that lies in the depths of the corruption, is actually a colony of creatures that travel together, combining their abilities to form a greater presence responsible for spreading and sustaining the corruption. Corruptions are just breeding grounds to creatures which form larger and larger clusters.  A hive of clustered microbial-infected flesh.
["The Perforator"]Once a single large worm, the Perforators are separate entities that have lost the need for their eyes after evolving to live as a parasite inside the creature called the Brain of Cthulhu. If they lose their host, they burrow as a group to the depths of the crimson and wait for a new host to come across them.An abomination of comingled flesh, bone, and organ; infested primarily by blood-slurping worms.The chunks left over from the brain must have been absorbed by the crimson and reconstituted into that thing.
["Slime God"]The Slime God, one of the very first creatures to ever come to exist in the Terrarian's world, is the core and control unit of all things slimy. Slimes are some of the first creatures to evolve from the very first living cells present from ancient times, and even though they do not possess sentience themselves their 'core' is what gives them shape and allows them to move about the world. The slime god was born after a bacteria evolved and began consuming other bacteria around it. Eventually, after gaining enough cellular mass it began absorbing larger flora and fauna, gaining intelligence from each creature it enveloped. It became large enough to begin influencing other beings around it through telekinesis. Through telekinetic energy the slime god shapes it's slimes from water and various dead plant and animal matter, it then wills them to consume more dead matter to continue growing the slime population. Through this process the slime god has formed the Crimulan and Ebonian Slime Gods to defend itself from any possible threats.It is a travesty, one of the most threatening biological terrors ever born.If this creature were allowed to combine every slime on the planet then it would be nearly unstoppable.The Purified Jam it has created is able to make someone completely invulnerable... For a short amount of time.
["Cryogen"]Yharim's prison for the magic of the ice castle, Cryogen, is a representation of Yharim's bitter cold hatred for the archmage of ice. When Yharim was young he ventured from the jungle temple to the ancient ice temple where the archmage Permafrost resided. Yharim asked to learn from him in order to "peacefully" calm the denizens of the underworld. But the archmage saw through his ruse and viewed only bitter contempt within Yharim's heart and the fiery urge to annihilate the underworld obsidian towers and their inhabitants. When the archmage refused Yharim kindly took his leave, bowing to the archmage and returning to his home. However, the archmage had not realized that Yharim had a contingency plan in place; Yharim had expertly placed magical runes hidden in a pocket dimension right outside the ice temple. Within minutes after Yharim took his leave he activated the runes, causing the entire ice temple to be enveloped in pure darkness. Cryogen is what remains, a mindless frozen structure that was once trapped by Yharim due to it's uncontrollable nature and powerful magic. Little does the Terrarian know that defeating the Wall of Flesh will rouse far more than mere spirits upon its' defeat...I am unsure if it has grown weaker over the decades of imprisonment.
["Buried Alive"]Once a fierce warrior in Yharim's Army, he fought with endurance like no other, but was felled under a thousand swords. From his death, he was sent into the Underworld, to burn and rot. After an unknown amount of time, he was freed from the cruel hell, only to be trapped within Yharim's trap for the Archmage of Ice, Permafrost. And then, his corpse was buried under ice and snow, buried alive. The hellfire that he suffered through came back, causing tremendous pain, being trapped within ice, and being burned on the inside. The ice began to suffocate him, crush him, slice him, and the heat from the flames rotted everything he was, and sustained the diseases he had. And so... Until those who will shatter his prison come, he will stay Buried Alive.
["Brimstone Elemental"]As the world took shape long ago, the planet's will adopted a physical form - born from the elements as they formed, becoming five as they distinguished themselves from one another. When the first of humanity discovered these creatures, they were awed by their beauty and magic. The humans worshiped the Elementals - their faith and love empowering them into nigh-goddesses. They enjoyed their newfound strength and followers for thousands of years...but as humans grew aware of and understood the world around them, they also grew disillusioned with their idols. Their religions and power dwindled over the course of centuries; the gift of magic was taken and harnessed by humans, further undermining the Elementals.The sprite born of the Underworld's flames was the first and the strongest of the five "sisters" - the last to retain her following while the others quietly returned to the aspects of the world that gave rise to them. It wasn't meant to last; a human entered the Underworld one day, abyssal flames burning in her wake as she wielded catastrophic magic that put all of Hell itself to shame. Dispatched under the Jungle Tyrant's command, Calamitas laid waste to the civilization at the core of the planet and reduced it to smoldering rubble in a single night. What had once been the capital of the Underworld was left a foul blackened monument whose unholy energy cursed all who set foot upon it.That Elemental was no match for Calamitas. Barely clinging to life after the witch tired of her massacre and vanished, what had once been a goddess in all but name was reduced to a mere beast fighting for survival within the twisted ruins of the capital - kept alive by little more than her natural affinity with the chaotic magic that lingered within the crags. Her few remaining followers lost in a human's seemingly pointless slaughter, the Brimstone Elemental swore that humanity would be her enemy until the end of time; any attempt to worship her doubtless a mockery for which she would use all her power to kill the perpetrator, no matter how pitiable a shadow she was of her former self.The most powerful of the elementals, bent on exacting revenge upon the bloody inferno that demolished her home.
["Aquatic Scourge"]The long-lost relative of The Desert Scourge mutated by the toxic sulphuric waters above the Abyss. Due to its adaptations to thrive in the sulphuric ocean and ample food supply of catfish and flounder it is far less aggressive than its relative. Those that venture to the sulphuric ocean should exercise caution however, as this sea beast is still a carnivorous predator and will immediately attack if provoked.A horror born of pollution and insatiable hunger; based on its size alone this was merely a juvenile.These Scourge creatures are the largest aquatic predators and very rarely do they frequent such shallow waters.It is constantly hunger, and will see out food, especially seafood.
["Calamitas"]Absolute mastery over the forces of darkness. Enough magical power to reduce whole oceans to barren deserts. The bane of the Underworld. It was with great reason that such a powerful witch, whose very title became synonymous with the disaster she heralded, was considered the prized jewel of Yharim's world-conquering forces. If she were to rebel, she would slaughter anything Yharim threw at her unless he himself confronted her - and even then, the outcome was questionable. He needed insurance in the form of an unwaveringly loyal countermeasure.
The many attempts to clone Yharon were a colossal failure, but the knowledge gleaned from them became immensely valuable. Personally overseen by the Jungle Tyrant, another project was silently initiated to produce clones of Calamitas. Physical shells were molded and artificial souls filled them, derived from past experiments and Calamitas’ own brand of necromancy. The resulting child of science and dark magic would inevitably be weaker than the original, but that too would be beneficial in its own right.
However, even with the utmost secrecy enforced by Yharim’s efforts, they underestimated the capabilities of the witch. When the project’s lead necromancer was lost in a disaster gathering souls from the depths of hell, Calamitas took an interest in the skilled mage’s demise and personally dredged his soul from the void of death. Although his thoughts were reduced to mad gibberish, she tore enough knowledge from his fragmented mind to confirm her growing suspicions of Yharim.
The tyrant’s fear was realized; she betrayed him. Loosed into the Temple by Calamitas, the reactivated Golem’s trail of chaos swept through their hidden laboratory and breached the developing clone’s containment. Yharim’s forces swiftly destroyed the rampaging machine, but the damage was done. The clone created as a contingency against Calamitas’ betrayal had escaped - freed after inciting that very betrayal. That replica aimlessly roams the night with no will and no purpose, knowing nothing but to act and fight exactly as it was designed to from birth.
Though the bloody inferno still lingers, observing your progress...
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["Leviathan"]The beast we call the Leviathan has not always been the behemoth we know it as now. Once an armored angler of unknown origins, she spent much of her juvenile life in the depths of the oceans, preying upon any unfortunate enough to stray into her territory. It was clear, however, that she was no simple fish. Constantly surrounded by an entourage of waiting males, the Leviathan was likely an alpha female, and perhaps the very last of her kind. Any attempts by researchers to delve deeper into her habits however, had proven risky and were thus hardly undertaken, as there was little to be gained from such an expedition. And so, she lived a wanton life, devouring to her heart’s content, finding little to oppose her. However, there would come a day when eventually, a creature would escape her steely jaws. Like a lantern in a deep night, a distant light flitted through the darkness. However foolish it was to draw attention to oneself in that ebony pit, it seemed that the creature was ignorant of dangers, or foolishly confident. Lying in patient wait, the Leviathan hungrily eyed the dancing light. And her chance soon came. With a roar and a surge of water, which likely raised turbulence even on the surface above, she charged with her jaws agape to swallow the creature whole, and yet… In the settling debris thrown up from her attack, the light flickered in the darkness, clearly shocked, but only for a second, as it soon departed, having learned of the dangers of the deep. The Leviathan herself lay stunned, for none had escaped so frivolously from her maw before.
However, decades passed, and this singular incident soon faded from the Leviathan’s memory. She continued to feast and grow, becoming larger and larger, until at one point, it became clear that her bulk would no longer allow to hunt as efficiently as she had done before. In a cruel twist, the once terror of the deep became immobile, and began to starve, no longer having the ability to sustain her massive physical form. She came to a rest upon the muddy seabed, hardly able to rise from her position. Had anyone come across her at that point, they might’ve mistaken her gargantuan form resting upon the sea bed as a geological structure, so encrusted in barnacles and other ocean flotsam from age was she. And as the Leviathan began to close its eyes perhaps for the final time, in its dimming vision, it saw a dancing light. The light flitted through the obsidian waters, like a lantern in a deep night. And the memory from all those years resurfaced. Angry and desperate, the Leviathan somehow found the energy to pull its massive form from the seabed, straining, roaring weakly, to- in its final moments- vanquish the one creature which might have reason or cause to look down on the proud, yet crippled predator. And crippled she was. Unable to keep going, she collapsed once more to the sea bed in a massive cloud of silt.In these moments, the light came closer, wary, yet still innocently curious. The Leviathan’s massive eye shifted while it lay on the bottom, watching the light. It turned out to be a vaguely female humanoid, though not different from a typical fish in its lower body. It gave a start at noticing that it was watched, and waved a hand in greeting. Of course, this meant nothing to the Leviathan, who rolled her eye back, and closed her eyelids. She would now rather be left to die in peace. Yet after a period of time, unmeasured from the Leviathan’s perspective as she had long since lost track of such trivial things, she felt something brushing her scarred snout. Once again opening her eyes, she saw the creature which had visited her before. From her arms, a massive trawler’s net trailed behind her, filled with fish and attached to drowned fishermen, who had likely once called that net their own. The creature smiled upon seeing that the Leviathan had noticed her. She swam into the Leviathan’s slack jaws, fearless of her situation, and began to empty the net. However, even as the Leviathan gradually regained her former strength, she lay still, allowing the creature to roam unimpeded around her. It was now clear that this creature had shown nothing but good intent to her. It had an interest in the Leviathan. So when the creature began to beckon for the Leviathan to move once more, to follow her to the surface, it took only a moment of hesitation for the Leviathan to ascend, going slowly to acclimatize to the change in pressure.
Nearer to the surface, though no beasts of the size she used to devour lived there, she found an abundance of food. The Siren, for that was what the creature was, lured unsuspecting sailors to the Leviathan’s position, acting as a lure in exchange of the company and safety of the massive beast. The Siren's voice was both melodious and alluring, and her ability to cloud the skies and obstruct vision created a fantastical illusion in which entire fleets of boats would disappear, never to be seen again. Under the Siren's care and companionship, the Leviathan eventually regained her strength. The ancient beast would spawn legends aplenty, of unknown noises in the mists, and colossal shapes moving on the horizon. However, for the most part, the Leviathan lay dormant in shallow waters, resting, in order to conserve her strength. This was her lifestyle now, and while it may not have suited the former terror of the deep, it did not mean she was a pacified beast. If any were to disturb its slumber, or fall for the Siren’s illusions, she would awaken with her former grandeur, to devour the one who had strayed too far from the shore.

The Leviathan was once far smaller compared to the massive beast she is now. A fairly large, armored anglerfish that was extremely territorial, often shredding those foolish enough to enter her section of the dark abyss in her steely jaws or by sending her entourage of males to do the work for her. However, after years of devouring most of the local wildlife she became bloated and old, no longer able to move herself at a decent speed. It was around this time that a lonely sea creature, one of the last ones remaining there, swam slowly up to the giant creature in curiosity. The creatures' blissful ignorance nearly cost it its' life as the leviathan burst forward and attempted to devour it. The creature avoided the attack easily and swiftly. The leviathan, tired and worn out from just one attempt, did not continue her attack.As time went on the creature kept appearing at increasing frequency, observing and avoiding the leviathan's jaws with ease. Eventually the leviathan gave up entirely, leaving the creature to observe her as she slowly withered away from lack of food. One day she could no longer swim and fell down to the sea floor. It seemed like the end for this massive beast...until she saw that same creature that seemingly taunted her with its swiftness swimming in front of her with several dead fisherman and sea creatures collected in a large trawl net. The creature smiled and fed the leviathan repeatedly over the course of several days. Soon she was able to swim once again. However, the leviathan was still far too large to get anywhere quickly, and the creature had shown her that the only food sources left were up near the surface. The feminine creature assisting her could only bring so much nourishment by itself.
In an act of desperation she resorted to forsaking her back half by ramming her side against an underwater cliff; the cliff side cracked and fell, tearing her in half. She survived this and left her home in the abyss, following the creature leading her to seek out prey located in shallower waters. She then adapted to capturing the local divers in her jaws by disguising herself as a massive underwater rock formation. The divers would soon become leery of the once-calm waters near the beaches. This did not stop the feminine creature from assisting the leviathan by infatuating fisherman and then drowning them once they ventured too close. The fisherman then created tales and myths of a deceptive yet beautiful creature aptly named "The Siren". Tales of the duo continued to circulate but never held much merit and were often dismissed. Now the Leviathan waits patiently for the next diver to approach with the Siren close to her side, ready to help her newfound friend.
["The Siren"]The mysterious creature that had found and aided the old Leviathan had a long and troubled story of her own.
She was born into floating city built by a civilization that worshipped a living siren goddess. Only the high caste sirens hand-picked by the goddess were allowed to reproduce, and their children were given to the other sirens to foster. One particularly weak newborn was handed over to a troublesome siren who lived on the fringes of the city. The city's cruel laws often led to long periods of exile as punishment for insubordination or other troubles, and the elites believed raising a child could help reform this siren's spirit.
The outcast siren accepted the feeble child and gave her the name Nahlyn. Growing up outside of the city's norms, Nahlyn experienced a very unusual childhood compared to a typical siren. After learning of the twisted law of her species and the experiences her own parent, Nahlyn grew to despise the group, beginning to consider it a "cult". The elite of the city determined that Nahlyn's upbringing and her attitude were unacceptable; Nahlyn was only fourteen when she returned home to find two zealots standing over the crumpled corpse of her mother. They bound her and brought her back to the city for cult indoctrination, gagging her when she screamed and rebelled. Nahlyn spent the next several years serving the siren cult, feigning obedience and climbing the ranks in the hopes that one day she could escape her waking nightmare. She would prepare for years, to grasp her chance.
That chance would soon come, disguised as a catastrophe. The city was prone to the whims of the ocean currents, and one day, drifted near the mouth of a massive abyss. Knowing full well the dangers of the deep, the worshippers immediately took action, closing off many of their open streets, and propelling their home further from the mouth of the cave. However, it was too late. Rising from the darkness, a massive beast- a true leviathan- roared in displeasure. It would take all they had to even escape alive from its jaws. Nahlyn would take advantage of this. Earlier that day, she had been entrusted with guard duty in the inner temple by the elites who had assumed her indoctrination was successful. It had been her chance to steal a powerful weapon and make an escape. This was made only easier by the Leviathan’s rage. As massive tremors rumbled through the halls, most of the surrounding guards barked orders in confusion, and many left to help defend the walls. In seconds, she had been left alone in her area to guard the inner sanctum. Only those who were in possession of the two key parts to the sacred weapon were left behind, panicked, and hopelessly frightened. Nahlyn, however, had nothing to lose compared to those who had lived decadent and opulent lifestyles within the temple complex. In a flash, she had slammed her spear into the back of one’s helmet, knocking them unconscious, and, turning the corner, buried it into the gut of other, pinning them to the stone. Still gritting her teeth in determination, she tore the key pieces from their necks, even as the rubble tumbled from the ceiling above, hurriedly assembled them, opening the door to the mythical trident, Atlantis.Without hesitation, she grasped the weapon in her hands, snapping it from its pedestal. A surge of power flowed through her, as she felt the Siren’s powerful affinity with water coursing through her body. She heard shouts from outside. Another guard, probably having also abandoned their post, rushed inside. Without hesitation, she spun the trident so its prongs pointed towards the unfortunate guard. The pressure surrounding her dropped with a lurch, and the sound of shrieking metal mixed with screams filled the air, as the guard’s armor collapsed in on itself. Turning her back on the bloody scene, she willed the water within the chamber to burst the temple walls like an eggshell. Finally, she was free. Amidst the chaos of the city, as the Leviathan tore through its wall’s, and the sudden realization that they had been betrayed, Nahlyn shot upwards, aiming to reach the sun of the world above, and the freedom it represented to her. Later on, she would have time to stop, and remembering the creature who had allowed her escape, she vowed that if ever the Leviathan would need aid, she would assist it in any way she could.
["Astrum Aureus"]When the Astral virus first appeared in Terraria to warp the landscape around it, the site became a phenomenon of interest to Yharim himself. What destructive power, what force of chaos, could have made such drastic changes in a phage that it could assimilate nearly any material into something similar to its own molecular structure? Commissioning Draedon to research the pathogen, Yharim had him look for a method to take advantage of the virus’ virtually alchemic traits, to see if they could be harnessed to serve his needs. Of course, Draedon’s first step was to collect samples. To accomplish this objective, he decided to once more construct an automaton to do his bidding. Although his assistants were at his disposal, he decided against it, as the environment would clearly not be suitable for humans. However, his blunder was in underestimating the enslaving factor of the Astral virus. Even the circuit boards and metal of the great machine he had built to lumber across the infected landscape and bring back subjects, succumbed to the enslaving will of the pathogen. However, this was by no means a disappointment to Draedon. To him, this was a sign of great promise, showing that the extent of the virus’ power was not limited to organic beings. Finding no need for the great machine any longer, Draedon abandoned it. Now, it stays dormant in the Astral Biomes, only awaking to protect these infections from outside threats.
["Astrum Deus"]Since ancient times, humans have looked to the skies with admiration and wonder; countless religions place their gods and their heavens amongst the skies. The sun was their god of warmth and life, banishing the darkness and offering hope. The moon was an idol amidst the night - a symbol of light, yet a beguiling one that beckoned with madness.
The stars, they once said, were no single gods. The wondrous stream of stars that stretched across the sky on cloudless nights - the source of those lights was a divine serpent of incomprehensible proportions. Its very nature was unimaginable, to the point that its presence in their reality could only be glimpsed through the countless stars its body birthed. As the collective faith of humanity gathered, it gave rise to the manifestation of their belief: a true god of the stars, soaring through the cosmos.
But even gods could be laid low. Conquering the land countless years after the god of the star's legend was born, the Jungle Tyrant looked to the skies and saw yet another realm to dominate - beginning by striking down Astrum Deus with his own Devourer of Gods. Empowered by those it had already consumed, the Devourer tore open the larger divine serpent’s gut and burrowed in, feasting on its body and killing it from the inside out before crushing its husk to pieces between its coils and scattering the remains to the cold void of space.
In ancient times, it was said that the god of the stars would descend upon the planet in its last days. Its body would infuse the earth with astral power and transform lesser lifeforms into its guardians. The power lingering in its corpse attracted worms to itself, empowering them so that they may grow - and Astrum Deus may one day return to the cosmos. Even when torn asunder, the god's corpse held power; just as the legend that gave rise to it claimed, those fragments of its body would one day fall to the planet and choose a successor to the god of the stars.
["Plaguebringer Goliath"]The Jungle Tyrant conducted a great number of projects and experiments during his rule. It was during one such experiment that Yharim and his researchers unwittingly created a terrible yet powerful weapon - infectious nanomachines capable of spreading to virtually any organic material that rotted the host from the inside out, sustaining the victim's life as they suffered to enable their proliferation. Yharim swiftly declared the results too dangerous for use and locked the bio-tech virus away under high security. However, one of Yharim's head scientists recovered the nanomachines from storage and silently added them to another of Yharim's projects as it was prepared for field use. Armed with a slew of advanced weaponry and filled with a sadistic disease, mechanized Queen Bees poisoned their hives as they were stationed throughout the Jungle. Their lesser brethren contracted the plague and proceeded to spread it further still, cascading through the ecosystem in the blink of an eye. The outbreak was uncontrollable, the nanomachines impossible to purge from the cyborg insects without destroying them entirely. As the Jungle around him wasted away in agony, the tyrant king turned his eye to the devastating might of his living weapons. The mechanical abominations became known and feared as the Plaguebringers - capable of razing a thriving city to the ground with ordnance as easily as they could transform it into an apocalyptic wasteland. Though not the most powerful of Yharim's forces, the Plaguebringers promised their victims a gruesome, painful, and extremely slow demise.
["Ravager"]As the Jungle Tyrant's forces conquered the land, those who stood in his path used anything and everything they could to defeat or delay his endless onslaught. The strife of war pushes humans to the limit of their being, drawing both virtue and depravity to the surface in the darkest moments. Driven by desperation, it was in one such last stand that the honor of the dead was defiled; innumerable corpses of those already slain in battle were reanimated as a single misshapen abomination.
It was not resurrection, but allowing that which had fallen still to move once more. Its body was an unbreakable rampart of bone still blazing with an inferno of black magic, and its weaponry sufficient to equip an army. Its mind lacked the capacity for any thought beyond slaughtering all in its sight - but that was all its creators desired in their darkest moment.After their final gambit killed the men that had cornered them, the flesh Golem's makers were butchered in short order. With the regenerative durability of a living fortress and destructive power capable of waging a war all on its own, the Ravager was never captured or defeated. It continues to roam the land long after the disappearance of the Tyrant it was meant to combat, mindlessly following the one order built into it until the day it is destroyed.
We are born alone and alone we die.
["Profaned Guardians"]The Profaned Guardians, born of the profaned flame that is never allowed to be extinguished, are the eternal servants of their god, Providence. They are the physical manifestations of the souls of deceased worshipers that were promised eternal life in exchange for their protective services; they are undying, and will reform some time after their demise from the core of Providence herself. They guard to the death both Providence and her artifacts, which were used as mediums to communicate between Providence and the flora and fauna of Terraria before Yharim appeared. When the tyrant began spreading his influence across the land the guardians fought to repel him. What started off as a perceived victory for the guardians was soon followed by the unleashing of the tyrant's trusted Devourer and his Sentinels. The guardians were destroyed, and retreated back to their god to be reformed once more. Years later the Terrarian manages to piece together one of the profaned artifacts, awakening the guardians once again.
["Providence, the Profaned Goddess"]Fire has no desires to speak of, nor does it have pains to lament. It has but a purpose: to burn is its meaning, to turn to ash is its resolve. Such is Providence, a being of alleviating light, and corrupting twilight. Born from a colossal impact of dark and light magic, during the ancient conflicts between angels and devils, her creation was of holy and demonic origins, and her presence embodied that concept in its denial of both. An indifferent crystal, formed in the heat and power of the mana. Within, a conscious spark took a mind of its own. In the midst of the torrent of magic, Providence felt the good, and the evil: the utmost desires of the world, for ill-intent and to live. It was disgusted. Held in limbo between both forces, it began to take a form of its own; from the land itself, a shell of stone, and from the blaze of battle, her wings. Anything her flames swept across was cleansed, purified, and reduced to an impartial ash. In life and death, there is vice, there is virtue. In purity, where nothing lives and nothing dies, neither sin exists. That is her objective. A world cleansed of desire. However, in the Devourer’s and its servant’s mad search to consume her, such deeds are risky, and the scouring of a world is not an action which would escape its knowledge. Thus, Providence basks in the center of the sun, where she remains dormant, gathering power from the energy of the nuclear fusion. It is there that she waits, patient and dispassionate, to one day be able to descend upon the earth, consuming all in a purifying flame. Nothing would be able to withstand the heat of the Goddess, tempered by the sun, and fueled by a singular purpose. She would leave nothing but an uncanny, sinless world behind. However, if you were able to grasp one of her relics, a substantial core of her power, it would surely incite her wrath. She would descend unto the land prematurely, not having gathered enough energy, nor with her relic properly harnessed, leaving her weak. Her aim would be to reclaim her artifact, and annihilate the culprit. However, with proper exploitation of the method described, a skilled enough opponent could potentially destroy her in battle, to avert the fate of the world.
Providence, the Profaned Goddess, is the original source of all old religions and beliefs in the ancient times. She was born of the sun's holy light and the Underworld's dark magic during a great battle between demons and angels long ago. When the combined forces of each side threw every bolt of energy they had at each other all at once it created a massive explosion. Through this, the core of Providence was born. Using magic the core suddenly began tearing chunks of the Terraria landscape apart to form a shell of earth and flame around itself. The two armies, awestruck by what they saw before them, ceased their fruitless endeavors. Providence then disappeared into the sun, with this day being now known as the Birth of the Profaned Flame. From this point forward religions of the profaned flame formed, and long thereafter through the use of some of Providence's old magic, whether the lihzahrd knew it or not, the Golem was created to protect their temple.Though she is both dark AND light these do nothing to impact her natural state of being; she is a neutral goddess, only destroying those who lay hands on her artifacts and only assists those that pray to or protect her. She resides in either the core of the Underworld or the center of the sun, far too hot for even beings as powerful as the Devourer of Gods to enter. After dispatching her guardians Yharim left his Devourer and his Sentinels to "clean up" both her and the rest. However, due to Providence's ability to conceal her magic extremely well and her natural affinity with nuclear heat the Devourer nor his Sentinels could find her. To this day the Sentinels are still searching, with the Devourer going about his own business until they discover her...or something else more powerful than her...
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["Bumblebirb"]The Bumblebirb, created by Yharim in a failed experiment to engineer an army of lesser Yharon clones, was released into the Terraria Jungle to wander aimlessly and attack those strong enough to pose a threat to Yharim himself. They have the uncanny ability to replicate/reproduce with themselves in order to mass-produce more tiny Bumblebirbs that will eventually grow into larger birbs. The only thing preventing the birbs from overpopulating the entire Jungle is their engineered "hormonal reproduction limit" protocol. This protocol shuts down the birb's sexual hormones when there are a large amount of other birbs present near them, preventing the birbs from reproducing with themselves further.
["Sentinels of the Destroyer"]The Sentinels of the Devourer are the three entities that answer directly and only to The Devourer of Gods; they hold no loyalty of any kind to anyone else, except under their master's orders. Each one is bound to the Devourer under a magical pact - offering their abilities and allegiance in exchange for a fragment of the immense power the cosmic serpent has amassed from its divine prey. The Devourer wields their strength, and they in turn are infused with the Devourer's might.
Their current collective mission is to hunt down the Profaned Goddess and expose her where the Devourer of Gods can manifest to kill her. Drawn to the magic of Providence, it is likely that even a rune infused with that same magic would suffice to provoke them - and if all three were to fall, perhaps the Devourer of Gods may begin to take notice of what slew them…

["Ceaseless Void"]The Devourer of Gods' ability to cross dimensions was not mastered instantly. Magic of such incredible scale demands incredibly precise use and knowledge to avoid disaster - and attempts to experiment with it will inevitably result in at least a few accidents. During an attempt to breach the barrier between worlds, one such mishap occurred: a deadly rift formed, in which the concept of reality itself faltered.
It required the power of both the Devourer and Calamitas to seal the void, stabilizing it with a localized dimensional reinforcement field and further encasing it in a shell of cosmic steel - but a strange phenomenon occurred as the rift was contained. The matter and the lives it consumed were regurgitated as shapeless masses of dark energy, draining the life out of every living being around it. Despite being a highly valuable research specimen, it was ultimately deemed impossible to control after extensive testing and condemned to waste away in the abandoned Dungeon.
The Ceaseless Void is only technically a Sentinel. It is under the same magical contract as the others, but it has no mind - only a will to consume the life force of others. According to Calamitas’ research, one of two events will occur if its casing is ever compromised: either reality will force the void to collapse and annihilate itself, or it will spill out and spread without end - reducing the entire universe to waste scattered in the abyss between dimensions.
["Signus, Envoy of the Destroyer"]No living creature knows the true origin of Signus. Some claim it is a wraith, bound by vengeance and controllable only through dark magic. Others insist it is simply a mage of the highest caliber. Others still believe it to hail from another planet, or possibly another dimension entirely. But all can agree on its unparalleled killing prowess - capable of exterminating virtually anyone, anywhere, regardless of the conditions or defenses surrounding its target.
Even those who contract Signus can rarely say for certain who their assassin is. It has been seen consuming the bodies of others and adopting their appearance afterwards; descriptions of its "true form" vary wildly. The most consistent pattern in those believed to have been Signus is the manifestation of ethereal lights when forced into open combat, commanded through unknown means to blind its opponent or burn them to ashes.
Signus' one and only failure to kill a target was against the Jungle Tyrant, Yharim. Manifesting from nothing in the inner sanctums of the Jungle Temple, it was foiled only by its target summoning of the Devourer of Gods to his aid - and even then, Signus evaded death for an extended period of time within the Devourer's own dimension. Both of them soon came to realize that neither could kill the other; a grudging ceasefire was eventually agreed upon, which slowly evolved into an agreement of mutual respect. Signus itself became the Devourer's favorite means of eliminating targets when delicacy and stealth were needed over sheer power and size. Of the three Sentinels, none is closer to fulfilling their current objective than the ethereal assassin.
["Storm Weaver"]For all of their potential for growth and killing power, worms have been looked down upon by their enemies and regarded as little more than burrowing pests for centuries. However, the rise of the Devourer of Gods turned such a conception completely on its head, instilling a fresh wave of fear and paranoia into the world at large. Worms were no longer merely exterminated for being a nuisance, but actively hunted and wiped out. The Devourer's own species - already regarded with caution for their power to assimilate the abilities of their prey - was rendered virtually extinct within the span of a few short years.
It was only by the hand of fortune that the Devourer itself happened across the last of its species: a newborn worm that could hardly fend for itself, starving and on the brink of death. The Devourer took pity on its fellow kind and brought it to Yharim's forces, who restored it to health and outfitted it with armor akin to that of the Devourer. Despite having spared it once, the Devourer of Gods is highly aware of its protégé's potential, and would not hesitate to turn against the lesser worm should it grow strong enough to threaten its master.
However, that day has not yet come. The newly christened Storm Weaver resides in the outer reaches of the atmosphere, preying on the wyverns that roam the skies with it. Though lacking the advanced mind developed from assimilating countless human prey, it has enough capacity to process the orders given to it - while retaining the feral animosity of a beast to direct against those it hunts.
["Devourer of Gods"]The Devourer of Gods, originally known as a mere myth in Terrarian legends, is a monstrous cybernetic serpent from the depths of an eldritch-conceived pocket dimension. It's home is devoid of all lifeforms, with an endless blanket of hazy purple mist extending as far as the eye can see. This was not always the Devourer's home, as it used to tunnel through the earth in the Terrarian's world, eating and crushing all that dared to stand in its way. However, as the Devourer's food sources became more adept at avoiding its attack patterns, it began to starve, leading it to use the power of those it devoured to tear a hole in the dimensions. This is now where the Devourer hides, awaiting for some foolish challenger, be it god or otherwise, to awaken it from it's slumber. The Devourer will occasionally launch 'sneak attacks' by tearing through the dimensions and eviscerating unsuspecting victims to feed it's ever-growing segments.The Devourer came to be after Lord Yharim discovered that a giant sentient vibrant purple worm creature had killed and eaten a platoon of his best soldiers. Yharim originally wanted to kill the creature for revenge, but instead he found a better purpose for the beast. Yharim made a deal with the Devourer, as long as the Devourer would serve him until death he would feed the Devourer the most powerful entities he could capture. The Devourer agreed, and soon after Yharim captured his two most hated traitors, Braelor and Statis. Yharim threw them inside the pocket dimension without any way to defend themselves. Yharim watched and waited until he could hear the screams of the two demi-gods as they were crunched and torn to bloody pieces by his newfound pet. Afterwards Yharim rewarded the Devourer further by armoring him with reinforced spiked steel shells, specifically designed to resist piercing and explosive attacks.
["Polterghast"]Over the course of Yharim's conquest over the world, countless people perished - whether killed by his forces, imprisoned and fed alive to his monsters, or struck down by Yharim himself. Few died peacefully, and many cursed the Jungle Tyrant's name with their last breath. Some found peace in their afterlife; others lingered in the physical realm as phantoms, their hatred and anguish immutable even by death.
The Dungeon served as Yharim's prison during his rule - and for the less fortunate, his torture and execution chambers. Attracted to the bloody reek of pain and death, the restless spirits flocked to the Dungeon in droves, possessing the corpses of the deceased and animating armors and weapons. Though easily dispatched at first, their numbers grew and grew - seemingly without end as the death toll of Yharim’s reign continued to rise. Deeming the Dungeon a waste of his men and resources, he withdrew them and left the dead to rot.
As spirits clinging to reality through little more than hatred, they held no loyalty to their fellow dead. Many swiftly turned on each other - souls devouring souls in an instinctual bid for power. As lesser souls grew swift and elusive, the first souls to feed continued to fight and consume one another until a legion took form, lacking even the concept of predator and prey. Hatred for the one that first slew them and a desire for more that could never be satisfied; reduced from countless living men to a mindless beast, nothing else drove the amalgamation now.Scraping fragments of metal into patchwork armor and animating broken chains with its essence to better hunt its lesser brethren, the Polterghast roams the depths of the Dungeon away from prying eyes. It continues to feed and fester in the darkness until it feels the power of the object of its collective hatred once more...or until it detects one whose power has begun approaching the point of indistinguishability.
["Yharon, the Jungle Dragon"]Yharim grew up with no one besides his monstrous cohorts to keep him company after the passing of (nearly) his entire family...with the exception of his loyal dragon guardian, Yharon. Long ago, a powerful ranger found an egg within the depths of the Jungle Temple. She gifted the egg to her son, Yharim, to raise as a companion while she was away on her missions. Before the egg hatched it was tossed into the underworld lava, along with Yharim's entire family due to the arrogance and despicable nature of the elder brother. However, the heat of the lava only caused the young dragon to mature more quickly. Soon, it hatched into a furious beast, and was able to save Yharim from his demise, though the same could not be said for the rest of his family. Badly burned and filled with hatred and contempt, Yharim slowly crawled onto the back of his faithful companion. The dragon comforted him as best it could before Yharim commanded that they return to the temple, a new power and order was about to rise. From there the dragon aided Yharim in annihilating the corrupt leaders of the jungle and putting the power in the hands of someone with a broken heart and many scars. The dragon was more than just a mere friend to the tyrant, the warmth and light from the dragon's soul often comforted the tyrant king in times of great depression. Without his pet, the tyrant would've been dead long ago.
["Supreme Calamitas"]Calamitas' true name is unknown. She was born in a mountainous region to a family of extremely skilled mages whose destructive powers rivaled those of demigods. They taught her how to master the vehement and volatile natures of dark magic, without giving in to the negative emotions that these powers can inflict upon the wielder. "The dark is within all of us, but when gazing into darkness the darkness also gazes into you," her father told her, quoting a famous philosopher. However, one morning, after a particularly heated clash with a rivaling faction, Calamitas woke up to find her parents and siblings dead, hung on crucifixes by an angry mob. Filled with hatred and rage, Calamitas forgot what her parents had taught her, and brought devastation upon the mob, burning them with hellfire and teleporting them to the underworld to be tortured for eternity. Calamitas, defeated and sobbing, retreated to her now-vacant cave carved out in the mountainside, taking to practicing the magic of necromancy in order to revive her parents and 2 brothers.
After her success in bringing back her siblings she heard an ethereal and almost-mesmerizing voice telling her to seek refuge in the Jungle. Following this, Calamitas wandered toward the Jungle, entranced by some unknown force. She found her way into the Jungle Temple, where Yharim, the man who had spoken to her, resided. He had felt her mastery over the arcane due to her immense and manic outburst of destructive power. He eventually recruited her into his army after several long and persuasive talks over what truly matters in their world. When Amidias refused to help Yharim in a ritual, to awaken a slumbering god, Yharim had Calamitas incinerate the oceans as her first mission, thus causing the Desert Scourge to go on a rampage.
But, somewhere deep down in her psyche, the good in Calamitas still existed. Weeks passed, each day she argued more and more with herself over what was necessary to achieve a goal, and ultimately began distrusting Yharim. One day, Calamitas met with Yharim and attempted to convince him that his logic is flawed. Yharim heard none of it, and sent her immediately out of his throne room. That very same day, Calamitas betrayed Yharim by unleashing the ancient Golem using one of the ancient Power Cells. The Golem rampaged through the temple, distracting Yharim and his soldiers. Calamitas used this time to sneak up to Yharim's throne and procured a few documents containing some helpful information on Yharim's most valiant opponents, Braelor and Statis.
When Yharim and his men obliterated the Golem he cursed Calamitas for her betrayal. Due to her being a fair distance away, the curse had a lessened impact on her, but it still managed to worm its way into her mind. Over time the curse slowly drove her mad, and ultimately she ended up returning to Yharim's side after the deaths of Braelor and Statis. Yharim has since removed the curse in exchange for her infallible servitude and unimaginable cruelty towards his opponents.
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["Astral Infection"]The Astral infection hails from the depths of space, carried on the remains of corroded and broken planets. How those planets were destroyed remains a mystery, yet traces of dark matter tell tale of a chaotic force. Upon being shattered, fragments are scattered across the galaxy and collide with other celestial bodies. Wherever those meteors land, the surrounding ecosystems become modified, slowly twisting and warping to the infections will. This is all brought about by a single species of pathogen, carried by the meteor, and reformed by chaos to serve a new purpose. Gigantic monoliths of dark stone begin to rise from the ground. The trees rot away, replaced with pillar-like growths serving as further breeding grounds for the virus. Organic creatures are swiftly transformed beyond recognition as the microbe enters them and multiplies through their bodies, twisting them into self-mockeries that live and die to protect and spread the infection. The pillars exhale a thick violet haze that blankets the mutated land and permeates the system of any living being that wanders near, warping vision and stinging exposed flesh. The virus’ control does not stop at the planet and its residents. If any entity is powerful enough to consume these infected planets, then they too are prey for the infection. Their entire astronomical body becomes a breeding ground for its new parasites. The original host may continue to travel the cosmos - but their purpose of existence is reduced to spreading the virus across the universe as yet another vector of the disease. All across the cosmos, brought about by the phage, these areas of infection are not uncommon. Many worlds have fallen to the virus, and grow dark, as the virus devours the planet to its core. As it continues to spread, it overrules any semblance to natural order. The weak become strong, the hunters the hunted. But in the end, the final result is a world turned into a nightmare for all, ruled by fear.
["Brimstone Crag"]Smoking slag, crackling flames, and charred stone are all that remain of the underworld’s once-grand civilization. Centuries ago, primitive societies found their way to these scorching caverns and discovered power in the form of an eternal red flame. They grew to worship the flame and its otherworldly might - and over the course of generations, founded a mighty empire of magic as they learned to harness the red flame for themselves.
Their hierarchy of privilege and magical prowess fostered great conflict. Those in power hoarded power, restricting the lower classes’ knowledge and suppressing research that threatened them. One clan revolted against the restrictive and greedy ways of the capitol - but like many others in the empire’s history, they were exiled. The capitol waited for them to return for revenge, when those in power would crush them as an example. However, that day would never come. For those exiled, had come upon a curious revelation. Centuries spent living in the presence of the eternal flame, had led to these mages to develop a natural connection to the brand of magic which utilized brimstone, rather than a forced link, such as the rituals carried out by by the capitol. Forced to stop relying on the eternal flame, they began to develop their own style of magic, drawing from darker forces. As they built upon their own strength and training, this clan soon grew to be as powerful as those who controlled the eternal flame. Yet, they had long decided against revenge, realizing that such an act would lower them to the level of those in hell. Decades passed, and generations passed down the gift of brimstone magic, from parent to child. In time, it would be this clan to sire the Witch, Calamitas.The empire of hell grew weak over the course of those long years, splintered by infighting and draconian rule. It was the beginning of a once-grand nation’s collapse - but its final death was at the hands of a conflict long past. An older Calamitas descended to the lands her ancestors called home and initiated a ruthless massacre, butchering the poor and weak on the outskirts first and then working in. Every death was another hateful soul twisted to her cause - every corpse, another revenant at her command - every life taken, another worshipper deprived from the eternal flame at the empire’s heart. These souls were twisted into abominations which to this day, haunt the slag. When no others remained, she corroded the essence of the flame with corrupt magic and flayed its spirit to the bone. Without joy, Calamitas fulfilled her orders and unknowingly avenged an ancient grudge long since lost to history. All that remained of that once-grand civilization was smoking slag, crackling flames, and charred stone.
["Sulphurous Sea"]A festering shore, where waves hiss upon lapping the crumbling stone of the beach. This is the Sulphur Sea, where the air stings your eyes, and each breath is a labor. Centuries ago, this was an ordinary coast, where the sun glimmered across blue waters, and fish danced in the light. A paradise, yet to Yharim, a simple tool; nothing more than a tomb for disposal of the dead who were of no importance. The beginning of Yharim’s rule was unimaginably harsh, far worse than those who came before him. His first action upon taking the throne was to enforce control upon much of the surrounding kingdoms, cities, and capitals. He succeeded in it all. Any who resisted further had their people massacred, or captured to serve under inhumane conditions, where they often collapsed, or ended their own lives to escape a worse fate. Inevitably, the body count rose. This increased further until finally, given no other options to dispose of the bodies, Yharim turned to what is now the Sulphur Sea. At first, it was but a gradual flow of corpses, only those of which could not be contained within the dungeon’s crypts. This continued for quite some time, until a threat soon arose from the spirits of the dead. A raging amalgamation of hatred and desires, which tore through any of the forces sent to dispose of the bodies into the dungeon; Yharim realized it would be unwise to feed more souls to the growing threat. Thus, he began to dispose of more corpses into the far ocean. The once crystal clear waters turned dark with the blood and entrails of many, choking life out of its waters. This process destroyed the delicate and precious ecosystem. Only the hardiest and most desperate of the creatures in its bay clung onto their last hopes, and soon had adapted to the toxic environment. As the years passed, the waters suffered only more offenses, serving further despicable purposes, such as the containment of Silva, or the dumping grounds for the runoff of Draedon’s experiments. At last, Yharim’s rule as a Tyrant had been solidified, allowing no resistance, or his anger was pacified. The flow of corpses was stemmed, and the cruel practice had ended. However, the damage was done. The sea was irreparably ruined, though now, centuries later, the only trace of the assault on the ecosystem is the stained beach, and poisoned water. Dangerous and toxic creatures swim within its murky waters, devouring any life which would stray into their presence. This is the Sulfurous Sea, a story and example of the extent of the Tyrant’s tragic rule.
["Silva and her armor"]From the first day creatures probed their way onto solid ground, plant life had always held the upper hand in demographics. Trees spread their boughs over quiet hills, and algae crept its way along raging waterfalls, each leading their own, quiet lives. However, predecessor and overseer to it all, is the first nature spirit, Silva.
Having been borne from the conceptualization of flora, and becoming the first Dryad, Silva was one of immense wisdom and power. With her connection to all the plant life in the land of Terraria, her health and vitality were linked to the well-being of its entire population, from the sprawling forests to each blade of grass. She would continue to live as long as somewhere, the tiniest plant still spread its leaves. In order to shave away at the countless centuries of her lifespan, much of Silva’s time was spent slumbering deep beneath the earth. As she only awoke when nature was in great peril, rarely did anyone see her. Thus, she was naught but a legend.That is, until the flames of Yharim’s dragon, Yharon, razed much of the jungle during the time he single-handedly overthrew his predecessors, the prior Jungle Tyrants, to begin his rule. The devastation caused by the attack was on the scale that Silva was weakened considerably. In order to stop further destruction, she made the decision to stay conscious until her power had returned. However, word soon reached her ear of the mounting resistance, gathering those across the land who sought to topple the Tyrant’s rule. Rather than waiting, she took her chances, and decided to make herself known to the forces of Braelor and Statis. Considerably encouraged by the appearance of a powerful nature spirit, the two warriors went to battle, aiming to strike down the Tyrant. They never returned. When Silva herself went forward to try her hand, it appeared that, from the information gleaned from the prior assailant’s minds, most likely Braelor or Statis themselves, the witch Calamitas had learnt of her existence. In response, she had prepared a contingency. Taking control of the waste and pollution formed from Draedon’s constant experiments, she swallowed the Dryad within a pit of the filth. It was living torture, each breath a struggle, and the air burning as the corruption filled Silva’s lungs- yet she could not die, only fade away. Having suffocated Silva to a near comatose state, Calamitas finally released control of the toxins, collapsing from the strain of containing the Nature Spirit, and allowing the waste to flow into the waters of the ocean. As Silva sank with the filth, the form of the Dryad began to crumble away. Only her soul was confined to the depths of the Abyss, where the constant flow of noxious chemicals spewing from hydrothermal vents kept her from gathering enough power to rise once more. However, her influence as a powerful Dryad continues to be apparent, as her very presence allows plant life to grow in the abyss, where not even a trace of light can breach the darkness.The armor worn by the mythical Dryad, Silva. It is woven with the most pure and powerful form of nature magic, as Silva herself drew from the collective life force of every plant in Terraria during the fabrication of the armor. This eternal pool of vitality is stored within the armor itself, and upon its wearer sustaining injuries, lends its spirit, mending their injuries, and healing their scars. Of course, such rejuvenating power is difficult to sustain, and the armor must take time to renew its pool of mana, limiting its abilities.
["God Slayer Armor"]Though Yharim's overflowing charisma earned him the loyalty of monsters such as the Devourer of Gods, they still required the occasional threat of force to remain obedient. Hand-picked by the Jungle Tyrant, the keepers of the Devourer wore armor forged from its cosmic steel plating. Charged with the essence of slain gods, those who bear the armor are said to experience apotheosis - standing above even the divine with superhuman strength and boundless durability.
["Tarragon Armor"]Despite wading through countless wars on the shoulders of the Great Hero Braelor, this armor remains as immaculate as on the day it was forged. Blessed by the gods with unmatched endurance, its metal grows like a living being to mend its injuries and draws upon the energy of the planet to protect and heal its user; there is little wonder how its first master fended off the onslaught of the Jungle Tyrant's forces for years on end.
["Xeroc's Armor"]Once worn by what can only be described as a monster, it is written that if it's original owner were to wear it once more the entire universe would not know rest for another ten thousand years. It is said that the armor was made from the flesh, teeth, and nails of its original owner. Only someone who were to prove their strength among the strongest warriors would be able to break their seal. However, these anecdotal writings are from an age long lost to the passage of time. The being has not been viewed by the naked eye in eons and it is also written that a mere sighting of it would drive a layperson mad.
["Archmage Permafrost"]Archmage Permafrost was once renowned as the greatest wizard in all the lands. Born to a wealthy family with access to innumerable tomes and scrolls detailing mundane and magnificent magic alike, he studied tirelessly and etched his name into history by pioneering the creation of several spellcasting systems. However, his growing pride as the brilliant mage that revolutionized magic was dashed as he enlisted in the army - shattered as he witnessed his advancements used by both sides to butcher the other with ever greater ease, in ever more horrifying ways.
Permafrost withdrew quietly as the war raged on. He collected all the literatures of his family and took them to the snow-covered mountains, where he created a frozen castle to guard that knowledge from those that would abuse such power. Rumours of the Archmage and his vast library of forbidden knowledge in the castle of ice spread, drawing earnest scholars and wicked men alike to him. Permafrost’s perception of others sharpened until he could read their intentions with the slightest glance; in his decades of seclusion and the thousands that approached him, only a select few possessed an integrity that assured the Archmage his teachings would not be misused.When Yharim, recently crowned as the Ruler of the Jungle, set foot in the castle of ice and asked for the Archmage’s guidance, Permafrost had already all but judged him completely; a brief talk betrayed the nature of Yharim’s rise to the throne and confirmed his character. Permafrost refused - and Yharim never told him that his refusal would be the Archmage’s last interaction with another human for many generations.
["Daedalus"]During his time, Daedalus was a genius in nearly every field of science and art. He constructed weapons for battle, designed towering marvels, and peered ever further into the miracle of life. He was also an excellent strategist in battle, as proven in his efforts to protect the kingdom which was his patron. Never once did it fall to an enemy siege, nor did it fail in its conquests. Yet, Daedalus detested war, merely seeing it as a waste of resources and time. He only ever gave advice to battles he knew would be crucial to the capitol’s survival. However, he never found these to provide him interest enough, and would always once more turn to the mysteries of life, the code of the universe. Of course, such brilliance does not go uncredited, nor unnoticed. His name was common knowledge across the land, and many sought to possess his intellect, either to destroy or utilize to fit their needs. Unsurprisingly, every attempt to capture the scientist, be it in battle or not, failed. Even factions who aimed to recruit him peacefully found their offers rejected, for the simple reason that Daedalus was as loyal to his patrons as he was wise. He was void of carnal desires, as well as instinctual fears. It was as if he was one of his own creations, each gear perfectly calibrated, the system fine tuned for maximum efficiency. It seemed he would never falter. However, time passes, as it does, and like any mortal man, Daedalus began to succumb to old age. The inevitable approach of death. As he grew old, the vigor of youth fled his body. If his weary mortal form were to fail him, he would never decipher the language of the universe, as he hoped to do. He would seek a way to cheat death. Once more falling back to the reliability of calculations devoid of emotion, he devised a last bid for life. He worked like a madman in his final days, never showing his face, nor making human contact when necessary. After countless days of toil, assisted only by his own creations, he had built a device capable of replicating the complexities of the human mind, a massive machine, the culmination of a life spent exploring every nook and cranny of the known world. It was finally complete. And that was the year when Yharim came to power. The Jungle Tyrant’s own chief advisor and scientist, the cyborg known as Draedon, was of course aware of Daedalus’ intellect. Although he also knew of the scientist’s aversion to violence, he believed that it would be necessary in their conquests for him to be eliminated before they could make forward progress. He himself led the Tyrant’s forces against the city, forces that far outnumbered the armies the kingdom had withstood before. Even had Daedalus not been occupied with his own dilemma, his assistance might not have been able to halt the attack. Daedalus himself knew that this would be his final chance to complete his life’s work. As the siege above prolonged for days, which became weeks, his plan advanced, the machine working away at the challenge of preserving the miracle of consciousness. However, as he awaited its completion, yet another foreign emotion wormed into his mind. Guilt. Above, carnage raged on, and many lives were lost. It would be one of the worst atrocities in recorded in history. He knew it had been a hopeless battle from the beginning, but such a slaughter… even he could not ignore such an atrocity. In his obsession to cheat death he had nearly betrayed those who had kindly provided for him, shelter and resources. In a fit of anger, at the at the invading forces, and himself, he redirected the power meant to sustain his mind after he had converted it, to trigger a series of massive explosions, which would cause devastating losses to the invading army. This would mean that he would never complete his life's mission, but he knew it had to be done. He would never be able to live with the guilt that he had abandoned his duties entirely. As the walls of the city finally fell, and its people were massacred, Daedalus at last looked death in the eye, and triggered the explosives. Most of Yharim’s army was destroyed, along with the city itself. The blast was of such power, that it incinerated Daedalus with his laboratories deep underground, embedding shrapnel far into the earth, and transforming the area into a frigid wasteland.
Having removed the impurities from the scrap found beneath the frozen tundra, the alloy once used by the great inventor Daedalus holds many of its original qualities, though noticeably dulled by centuries spent encased in ice. Despite the fact that it was never intended for battle during its conceptualization, it’s notable strength and versatility lends it credit as equipment with considerable power.

["Statigel Armor"]The combat gear of a certain ninja clan, infused with the energy of the same god whose power they drew upon. However, many of the clan's secrets were lost when they were wiped out, including the construction of their traditional armor. Only possessing a fraction of the original's agility and strength, this reconstruction more closely reflects the condition of the armor worn by Statis, the last of his bloodline, at the end of his life.
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["The Golden Lute"]Drawing on the power of thousand of cursed souls, this object mindlessly obeys the user. It however needs to be known that it requires energy to sustain itself, or else it will revert to its true form as an monstrousity. About five of these Golden Lutes exist in the world when Yharim left. The true Lute has Dimensional Rift Matter contained within it.
["Aerean"]He sees you.
["Endseeker"]Loyal to the Master, he obediently carries out the Master's plans. Created from fusing a multitude of beings, the collective force of the Endseeker has created an unstoppable force. Now. The Endseeker has more power than ever. If only it could surpass the Master... But he doesn't.
["Darkness"]Twin sister of Emrakul, they once had a loving sisterly bond before they stumbled upon a dark cave. Deep within the cave they found a deep pool of black plasma. Against her Emrakul's words, Darkness plunged into the pool of evil energy, consuming her completely. Emrakul, thinking her sister was dead, ran home crying but a few short moments after, Darkness raised from the pool, crimson red blood pouring her limbs. Now she roams the multiverse as a ruthless assassin.
["Draedon"]A cyborg who serves as Yharim's weapons/armor expert and advisor. Little is known about him. He is a genius responsible for creating a number of items, most notably the Exoblade, which was his personal sword. He is also responsible for creating Astrum Aureus, and the Draedon's Forge is named after him. He also built the Mechanical Bosses. He will fight you after the defeat of Yharon, but before Supreme Calamitas. He is more than capable of forging the most powerful weapons in Calamity, with the most notable one being the legendary Exoblade, and is heavily implied to be responsible for the creation of Yharim's Powered Armor as well.
["The LORDE and ???"]When they experimented with clones of Yharim, two were made. One was injected with the souls and spirits of the strongest creature that could be found. That clone became more unstable and unpredictable, it's eyes grew larger and it infused itself with a tablet, that it only says "NO U" only. After some time passed ,because of rust ,it stopped working and started to say Syntax Error. This was THE LORDE. The other clone was almost exact replica of The Jungle Tyrant, but was weaker to a large extent. After Yharim's disappearance, THE LORDE was sealed in the temple and the other clone was expelled from the temple.
["Jungle Tyrant, Yharim, Lord of the Cosmos."]The Jungle Tyrant. Not too much is known about him besides the fact that his family was thrown into the Underworld for an unknown offense, and Yharon saved him before the pair crushed the corrupt leaders of the Jungle and took over as its master. Yharim's goal seems to be total control of Terraria and his influence is felt throughout almost every aspect of the Terraria world, but he has yet to appear in person. He rules over the jungle from his temple with an iron fist and commands an entire army of incredibly powerful beings such as cyborgs, reality-warping abominations, and god-level beasts. Recorded appearances shows him clad in what appears to be a mechanically augmented version of the Auric Tesla armor, fueled by his Stims.
["Goozma"]A mysterious cosmic entity of chaos and destruction. Is stated to have no purpose other than to destroy things indiscriminately, this and the lore for the Astral Meteor points towards Goozma as the reason why the source planets for the infection were blasted to pieces.
["Xeroc"]A cosmic entity who wields power beyond that of gods, and is also said to be the creator and observer of the Calamity world. The Xeroc Armor is supposedly built using fragments of his body, but the myth has long since been up in the air. He is also the mysterious entity that oversees you when you activate the Terminus. The first object Xeroc ever created was a rock.
["Ancient Doomsayer"]We long ago feared the light of the red moon.Many went mad, others died, but a scant few became blessed with a wealth of cosmic understanding.Without the Terrarian to meddle with his plan, he has attained the true power of the lord that he kept locked away.The true power of Knowledge
["Devourer of Universes"]"The Devourer of Gods is extremely powerful. However, he is young, foolhardy, and very lazy. Perhaps if he had been given time to develop he would have turned into quite the threat." - Amidias.And so, the unthinkable occured. He was given enough time as, in a separate future, he had a drought of years to develop.Nothing beats pure, unbridled power.
["Dragon God, Yharon"]"Ah, the dragon Yharon is fickle. You may find that he may refuse to use his full power unless you are strong enough to unleash the power of the Dark Sun." - Amidias.Now... His full power has increased immensely. Overwhelming power flows, and now... the loyal pet of Yharim has power to destroy any and all threats imaginable.As he is the most loyal companion.
["The Profaned Cleanser, Providence"]"The stories have it that when Providence faced and defeated Yharim and his forces, she lost a lot of energy and reverted to a more skeletal form. She's merely a fraction of the power as she was before." - Amidias.Now... She has all the power she was before. Seeks to obliterate everything in an attempt to purify the world of both vices and virtues, the power she desires is now in her grasp. She will descend upon the world and burn away everything with her purifying flame... If she isn't stopped.Profanation is the virtue of this twisted goddess.
["The Machine"]The true power behind all that occurs.
It represents the power of the beyond.
["Philosophy"]["Perfection"]To advance forward, forever.
The color of flowing thoughts, blue embodies the concepts of logic and technology and seeks perfection through knowledge. To these beings, the world is opportunity. Within the world, hides wonders and possibilities most fantastic: the stuff of dreams. This is characterized by the desire to know the world's secrets and to make those possibilities real. The belief that dream can be reality—to which holds fast—is belief in the blank slate. This believes that all things begin existence blank, without destiny or purpose. They believe the essence of a thing is given to it, that it is shaped by the storms and eddies of its existence. Those with the knowledge and willpower are masters of this: shaping and changing things at will. To them, essence is as malleable as clay. Mastery of possibility, mastery of essence, is exactly what they pursues. Thus, they came to prize knowledge. It is with knowledge that will unlock great possibilities, and changes itself for the better. With all knowledge—omniscience—they can make itself perfect.
["Look out for Number One."]Free will to grasp power, and to look out for yourself.
The color of shadow, black embodies the principles of parasitism and amorality. They look onto the world and sees just a plain reality: Power controls. Power says who rules, and who dies. And whether the weak can see it or not, they are no more than slaves for the powerful to use. The essence of this is to see one's own ego as so invaluable, that this prospect of enslavement, of subordinating that ego to another, is completely intolerable for themselves. So, to be in accord with its perceptions and beliefs, they simply must discard all obligations but to acquire power for itself. It can be no less than the one supreme being who is subordinate to no other, the possessor of all power in the universe - it must become omnipotent. Their rule is simply to follow no rule. Life is hard enough without putting limitations on oneself. They look for opportunities to get ahead, and seizes them without mercy and without shame.
This gives those who follow a curious sort of freedom, they do not care how they acquire power, so long as they do. This is why they are so excellent at infiltration -- they has no personal predilections except for power, and that is a goal broad enough to include almost any philosophy or idea that they wants to have.
Black is also the most unashamed color. Black is free, open and shameless about what they do. Perhaps this is the great virtue of Black that no one really looks at -- they are shameless. Black is about power and the self, but they are extremely truthful about their pursuit of these goals. Just look at any handful of what Black does -- one sees horror, teeth, blood, fangs. Black never once even pretends to lie about what it is that it seeks nor cover it up behind any other facade.
Before proceeding, it is worth noting that they cannot create something out of nothing. Recall that their world-view is very unflattering. They cannot imagine into existence what isn't there. Instead, it uses liquidation and nullification. They who embody this philosophy can take what it doesn't have, for keeps. If this does not rouse surprise, the reader is already understanding. Black can take away anything and everything, should no one stop them.
It could be said that those who embody this acts more out of fear than anything. They would see the prospect of being controlled, and of actually dying, as one and the same - the compromise of the ego. Further, they cannot understand trust. They cannot imagine depending on another, and they will not sacrifice itself for another. These conditions force them, truly, into its position: defending itself from a terrifying, unforgiving world - alone.
If one can say he understands the terror of seeing death in everything but knowing trust in nothing, he can say he understands this philosophy.
Perhaps the most common misconception is that Black represents Evil. Put bluntly, Black is the most likely color to do open, honest evil. The blunt and the open and the honest. If those who embody this decides to go evil, he will be the most noticeable evil in the world.
However, this also means that, in a way, this is the least effective way to go evil. Yes, it's open and honest about it. Yes, it's often got the raw power and lack of morality to back up its evil. But those who represent the dark color is so open and honest about his evil that every single creature on the planet interested in preserving its own life will direct their attentions towards him -- and that includes other characters who embody this, as they would see his gathered power as a major threat to their own attempts to gain power and try to bring him down. Against such odds, even their open use of horrible magics cannot stand. A villain of a different color, who was more subtle, would avoid bringing all this firepower down on their head, and thus do more damage in the long run.
Instead, this represents concern for the self above anyone else. Keeping in mind that any person is going to be less a "perfect" version of their color's ideas and more someone who leans towards them, it's easy to see a aligned character to this being a great hero. They may be self-centered in the end, focused on himself, but that doesn't mean he never feels sympathy and that he lacks all kindness -- he simply leans towards himself and a certain honesty. If he believes that by helping you he can help himself, then you've gained a powerful ally who will stop at nothing to get the job done and who will not be caught up with silly rules and regulations that could tie up a more hide-bound person.
The Dark Color of Shadow is selfish, but it is also unashamed, which can lead to an unabashed honesty in its evil acts. That is not to say that Black espouses honesty, but rather that Black will not deny any immoral or evil motives behind its own actions.
["Order, and Morality"]For peace, be it with laws, or the threat of death.
The color of light, white embodies the principles of morality and order. White puts value in the group, the community, and its civilization as a singular whole. Its ultimate goal is peace—a world where everyone gets along and no one seeks to disturb the safety and unity that they created. To govern and protect its society, they make use of a number of broad concepts; morality, order, uniformity, and structure, and even more concepts than my feeble mind can comprehend.
In their belief, there is very little grey area in morality, as morality is defined, clarified, and guided by the rules of ethics, and thus very little room for straying from their chosen path. They do not focus on the individual, but instead on the whole. Individuals are indeed encouraged to act on behalf of Order and stop those who oppose it, even inside its own borders, but their personal views and feelings are often disregarded and even discouraged in a few manners, in order to preserve the health and bond of the group.
On the surface one sees strength, fortitude, elegance, and purity. Underneath, however, these qualities represent an inherent rigidity. There is little room for change, there is little flexibility, only the dictation of the initial design. To those inside this, this is as it should be. To those on the outside of this, this attitude shows of fascism, a lack of individuality, and oppression.
Leaving that view, Order cannot afford to allow the individual person too much power in its borders, for the person holds their own well-being and satisfaction above all else. This is dangerous to Order's way of life, and thus Order uses more tangible civil laws, so that people do not disturb the whole with their ambitions or their craving for freedom. This shows that Order is very concerned with the society it watches over, in that the good of the society is much more important than the rights and welfare of a single individual. The phrase, "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few", certainly applies to their way of living.
It is proud to the point that it is elite, or the best. They see itself and its people as "the chosen", better than everyone else. They believe itself to be the best because it fights on the side of righteousness. They see everyone else as unclean or incorrect in some manner and seeks to defend itself from those impurities, as opposed to persecuting and leading an otherwise unjustified assault on them. They don't discriminate against anyone directly.
Order has its main ability as the ability to handle laws and its organization, the ability to organize enables it to grow incredibly efficient. It can, however, grow xenophobic to the point that it will not tolerate differentiation of any kind, even condemning such innovation as evil or vile in hopes of turning the community against it. It does so in order to protect the group and keep it under its control, in certain fear that change can only serve to destroy everything they have built. This makes them very slow to react to new threats. Their rigid structure also accompanies this weakness, handicapping them as much as it does its enemies. If xenophobia does not set in or stand in the way of change, even changes potentially beneficial to the group, then law, structure, and tradition will.
["Impulse"]Emotions are powerful, and chaotic.
The color of the erratic heat, red embodies the principles of impulse and chaos. They look on the world and sees adventure. Life is a chance to experience something - many things - and for them, there is no more worthwhile endeavor than to enjoy life by the adventure it offers. Experiences are what life is about, and to appreciate the full range of life's experiences, lives by emotion. What makes one laugh, what makes one cry, what one hates and what one loves, these make up what a person is. A person can look only to these to find one's wishes and desires in life. Deny these, and life is meaningless.
What they truly prize is freedom. To live life their way - passionately and imminently - They must be able to act on its impulses, doing what it feels each moment without delay. It doesn't want to be censored or controlled.
["Nature"]Everything is determined by the universal laws of nature.
The color of nature, green embodies the principles of instinct and interdependence. They believe that the best course of action is to simply allow nature to take its course. Thus, they are often seen as the least confrontational: it does not seek to impose its values on others; it just wants to coexist as peacefully as possible. This does not mean that they will not defend itself when it feels threatened, but it generally will not seek to impose its opinion on others.
Tying in with green's affinity with nature, another of the color's core principles is strength and the concept of the survival of the fittest. They see the struggle between predator and prey as a central part of the natural order and so places great value on strength. When in battle, it does not favor trickery or evasion to steal victory, relying instead on pitting its natural strength against that of its opponents. The strong will triumph, the weak will fall. Whether they win or lose the contest, it has filled its place in the natural order.
They also rely on instinct. Those who embodies this are in the primal sense, being most attuned with wild animals. However, even more intelligent users dislike over-thinking matters, preferring to rely on their gut instinct to make judgments, rather than wasting time thinking about things. This primal aspect can lead to conflict with others, as it does not restrain the wild animals it is in tune with, allowing them to attack others as their instincts choose: if they cannot defend themselves, then they were simply filling the role of prey in the natural cycle. Furthermore, their reliance on gut instinct and first impressions can make it vulnerable to deception.
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...So dying souls offer the keys to your gain......Let not them suffer to the poison in vain.

[Quotes]These appear in the book as seperators for each subject, they are listed in the order they appear in.
"The voice of the sea is seductive;never-ceasing,Whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul towander for a spell in abysses of solitude."But there's no sea here.There's no soul.
You realized that you were just being used and madefun of, but you wanted to believe you were actuallya famous person people cared about.So you've been playing make-believe with your ownsuccess this whole time.
Personal emotion is too confounding of acondition to reach that assumption safely.And misinterpretation of human emotion can lead tosevere risk.This writer has already lost too much at its hand;thus, as logically directed, the risk is avoided.
"I'm thinking about the forces of time. If that power was completely unleashed upon the Infinite, well... Past, present and future all existing at once — warps and rips and hours folding in upon each other — madness and chaos as no two moments ever follow one another ... think of it." - V
"Both light and shadow have no moral connotations, being no more good or evil than any other Element. It only can be associated with evil or good depending on who uses it."
Obviously each person has their own differences.That's just a small part of what makes us all soindividually wonderful.
Only once the chaos within is quelled can one evenhope to make a difference in the outside.
One must never think themselves above the lessonsof our lives, no matter from where they come.
To they who sleep before the screen,glazing words and counting sheep,Find the seer of the unseen,Deliver her from flat-line creep.
Should've, Would've, Could've. There is no use dwelling on the past, you can't change what happened. The best thing you can do is to look toward the future and become a better person. After all, life's about growth and experience. So don't let your grief pull you down. - Aelita
Void is the acknowledgement of that which cannotbe known.It is the understanding that all ideas are in themselvesfallible.For that reason, this principle cannot be taught; onlyconsidered.Many people believe that some things are "right" and"correct" and others are not.But these are not the laws of the world.When examining these ideas objectively, one findsthat they are in themselves a deviance from thebroader sense of existence.Concepts such as "virtues" or "evil" must not begiven way to exist, for this is not the true void.By perceiving that which exists, learn to perceivethat which does not.All things, even this instruction, must be questioned.-Kiki
There is something funny with change. It's something we all want, but fear as well. Why is that I wonder? Is it because fear might no longer be the case? Do we fear the consequences that it might inflict on us? Or maybe how it will affect our friends and family? Or that we will lose ourselves by changing? But no matter how much we fear it, we cannot run away. In fact, we must embrace it, because that is when we are truly free! - Narissa
You must learn that there is a time and place for everything. Your ability to attack is useless without the sense of knowing when to use it. - Ignitus
This item is not from … now. It reflects a sky no longer ours and gleams with hope that does not exist.
You mean that if I truly respect you as a person, I need not take pity on or spare you as an enemy. Very well, I will kill you then.
I learned from getting back at my old man that getting even doesn’t make anything better. But I can’t shake this anger. It’s quiet by now, but it’s there. It doesn’t leave, no matter what I take it out on. I can barely breathe, like a vat of lava being poured down my throat. Fire in my bloodstream, eventually it just settles into stone. A weight in my core. Hard to walk. Hard to think.
Death is......cold......painful......lonely...You feel the wind across your face, the warmth of your own body... You feel all the light of life and then, all of a sudden, darkness. The world slips away. Even your mind, your memories. You hear your heart stop beating. You feel your blood freeze. You try to cry, but you don't have tears to do so. You try to scream, but you no longer have a voice.
Magic is a beautiful thing. A beautiful thing which humans tend to push away because they fear it, or embrace it because they want to corrupt it. - Karen
Boredom comes only when one constrainsthemselves to traditional thoughts.
Left to itself, nature overflows any container, overthrows any restriction, and overreaches any boundary.
“When mortals die, they have family, friends, compatriots to mourn them. When the land dies, all else dies with it, and there is no one left to weep.”
“The panic is amusing, but the real fun comes when the spell passes and the villagers start looking for a scapegoat.”
“This is bigger than you. All of you.”
Ice; the bitter heart of Winter's chill, but there is beauty here...
"Cry to the sun and watch as even your tears forsake you."
“Some claim that rage is a cloud that obscures thought and vision. But I can assure you—I’ve never seen with greater clarity.”
“See how gratefully this world accepts our blessings.”It is much easier to create fire than to contain it.
No tactic transforms a battle like a well-timed carnivore.
“The sea blesses the tiny with the power to fell the mighty.”
“Reflect upon your evils lest they reflect upon you.”
“The bigger they are, the faster they rot.”
“It’s good to learn from your failures, but I prefer to learn from the failures of others.”
Massive, mindless, and imbued with one terrible purpose.
“Time is fluid as a dance, and truth as fleeting."
“None appreciate sun and shallows like those who have seen the depths.”
“Stoke a fire hot enough and you’ll never run out of things to burn.”
Any pleasure, when taken to excess, becomes torment. It’s a formula that demons have perfected.
Waste follows want.
“‘Utterly’ is my favorite way to destroy something.”
Progress comes at a price.
The best cure for a big ego is a little failure.
“A grudge is a tattoo worn on the inside.”
“Fly as an arrow through the trials, and never waver in your course.”
“Pained defiance or shameful surrender—every reaction is a pleasant surprise.”
"We all wish to end existence. Why? We speak of a darkness that is home to all that have lived. We were born in darkness. We return to darkness. The warm sable of the womb. The cool pitch of the grave. It is in darkness that creation itself resides. Ideas entwining in the recess of the skull. Lovers entwining in the night. The darkness that comes is the Death of stagnation, and the birth of creativity. We will spread this gift to all by ending existence to put everyone's burdens to rest."
Crafted with genius, energized with madness.
Amidst the darkest ashes grow the strongest seeds.
Battle doesn’t need a purpose; the battle is its own purpose. You don’t ask why a plague spreads or a field burns. Don’t ask why I fight.
It was her sacrifice that saved the world from becoming what it is right now in this moment! Stop focusing on the one, and start thinking about the millions of people who died! - M.X.
“Greet death with sword in hand.”
“First blood isn’t as important as last blood.”
The only thing that flows faster than water is fear.
There are only two rules of tactics: never be without a plan, and never rely on it.
From a marvel of magical mechanization to a smoking stack of scrap in one easy step.“What you build, we will destroy … and bury you in the rubble!”
"Behind every mage is a trail of shattered lies, no matter the person. Be sure to not let it get out of control."
"He was a master of science and a friend, but in the end, the Master had twisted him to his dark ways. Now he knows neither pity, nor compassion, nor hope, for he was forsaken."
Sometimes a little chaos is in order.
"I hate you. I really hate you. Do you know why I hate you so much? It's because you are what I could only pretend to be, once upon a time--heroes who do good for no reward. And so I called you fools, and even slay beings like you... because I could not be you."
"It is done. Now the real work can begin."
A hundred generations has he mentored, a hundred armies has he crushed beneath his feet, yet only a hundred words has he ever spoken, each more revered than a hundred books.
The fatal flaw in every plan is the assumption that you know more than your enemy.
Only a madman could create such a door. Only an imbecile would open it.
“Once you create perfection, what else is there to make?”
Future tells.