Decided to revise this chapter, to hopefully make it a bit better.
You may have heard of the tales of the Mainland. The tales of Cthulhu, the Moon Lord and/or their descendants, across many different timelines.
But now maybe it's time for another story, one set in another unique timeline, on an island far away from the Mainland.
A timeline afflicted by a Calamity like no other, filled with many legends.
Nyke snuck through the dense Jungle foliage, the humid air around him and the soggy mud beneath his feet, with his bow in hand. He was on the prowl for some loot, that which he could sell to provide for himself. It was a section he'd never been in before, as he and many others had salvaged many of the treasures hidden within the caves and temples.
He wondered to himself, thinking about what he might do in the future. The islanders of Rhanre were considerably less civilized than those from the Mainland, so he would've liked to move away as soon as possible, but boating tickets were expensive as hell considering that it was only slightly less dangerous than trying to fly there.
The main reason he wanted off this island? Main reason was everyone here was an asshole by default. But they paled in comparison to the recent rumors…
…There were stories circling around about patches of land that had been burned to ash with no rhyme or reason, often said to be preceded by sightings of a large feathered dragon. There was no way of knowing how many backwater towns simply stopped existing for one reason or another. This, added in with another rumor of a mysterious plague going around. People would allegedly turn a sickly green, uncontrollably shit themselves, and start mumbling nonsense about various things pertaining to said plague.
When several government officials began to stop showing up to important meetings for a long period of time, there were several severe reactions. Rebels, sickened by their condescending treatment by the higher-ups, saw this as divine intervention on their behalf. Normal citizens had begun to panic, making beelines to the nearest port towns to escape. Companies began to either remove assets from Rhanre or backed out of trading deals. In return, the economy plummeted, making matters even worse for everyone involved.
He sighed, shook his head to clear his mind, and continued forward, marking his path with Ice Torches as their bright cyan glow make them easy to spot amongst the green haze. Here, he'd definitely be far away from any nearby roads, whether they be dirt or asphalt.
Yet, something unnerved him. Nyke had yet to encounter any monsters apart from the Piranhas or Arapaima that inhabited the Jungle's many water pools, which was highly unusual. Normally, he'd have to always be on guard for flying Tortoises that catapulted themselves at him, a Derpling charging at him, or whatever monstrosity may be taking shots at him.
But he hadn't even seen a single Jungle Slime ever since he went off-trail.
Pressing forwards, he steeled his resolve, dead set on making some cash.
The Palladium-clad scavenger approached a massive stone structure, covered in patches of red moss and ivy. Several stone pillars stood around the area in a circular fashion, covered in varying degrees of moss and vines. Grass peeked up from crevices between the tiles that covered the ground.
He grinned wildly, imagining himself swimming through a massive pile of golden coins, then picturing himself in a CEO office, where the walls were trimmed with actual gold, overlooking the Hallowed landscape surrounded by stacks of Platinum Coins and scantily clad women. But mostly coins.
Oh, the possibilities!
He ran through its cold barren corridors, kicking up dust that was visible in the candle light. He didn't bother checking for traps, for his true colors overrode his common sense.
Unbeknownst to Nyke, he was being watched by several security cameras of an alien design. The system followed his every move, amassing data and crunching the numbers.
He came upon a large circular room, one where the roofing was solid, with absolutely no gaps for even the most minute amounts sunlight to shine through.
"Woah..." The ranger couldn't help but admire. In the center of the room, a large green metal pillar, with a glass casing that housed a large cyan-colored crystal within. Strange lines engraved the floor beneath it, wrapping around it in a circular pattern.
Greed overtook admiration when he stared at the crystal, his eyes cartoonishly transforming into dollar signs.
He pulled out a large ornate silver and gold hammer, a Pwnhammer, and swung with all of his might.
The hammer slammed into the glass with enough force to shatter iron and dent steel, but the glass stayed strong, with more strange lines, faintly glowing yellow, appearing from the epicenter of the impact zone. The force of the strike was actively rejected by yet another, more mysterious force, so it did what it could and picked the path of least resistance. Nyke felt tense, paralyzing vibrations throughout his body, stunning him.
"AuUUUGH!"
The Crystal inside the glass container dispersed into bright neon-colored particles, as did Nyke's enthusiasm from watching his illusion of wealth fade away right in front of him.
Connection to Terraria Interface re-established.
Inquiring...
"Hello. I am Terraria."
New data received.
New Servant Parameters set.
Building TERRARIA_SERVANT database.
Class_Warrior saved.
Class_Summoner saved.
Class_Mage saved.
Class_Ranger saved.
Class_Marksman saved.
Class_Defender saved.
Class_Tank saved.
Class_String saved.
Class_Lord saved.
"I ask of you, please help me. Many of my greatest legends have perished, and those who remain cannot respond in time. As the senior of an old ally of yours, I, the humble Goddess, ask for your assistance in dealing with this calamity."
Calculations underway…
Threat to [Earth] by [Terraria_Goddess]: 0.001%
Threat to [Moon_Cell]...recalculating.
Recalculating.
Potential threat detected.
Error: Threat is...Error.
Initiating Servant summon protocols.
…
Matching servants to optimal masters.
…
…
…
Match found for [NYKE].
"Thank you."
"Well...fuck my life." Nyke murmured to himself as he solemnly dropped his Pwnhammer to the ground.
The strange runic engravings on the ground began to glow as the column retreated into the floor, the room's entrance sealing itself shut.
"Wait, what?!"
He began to feel lightheaded, his vision fading. He stumbled around helplessly, until he stepped on a stray pebble that made him lose his balance.
Flames colored the sky a haunting crimson as cinders of those who had fallen filled the air.
Corpses littered the ground as a humanoid figure navigated through the field of death. A tank, completely burnt to a crisp, crumbled as he offhandedly slashed it with a massive greatsword. It seemed to resemble two blades intertwined with one another, forming an "infinity symbol". Its out edges were somewhat jagged, meant to inflict immense blood-loss with every wound it created.
"Such magic-less creatures are not permitted in my territory. You may be powerful, but..."
A titanic machine's foot smashed into the ground behind the figure, eclipsing what little light remained.
"I'm in control now."
Glowing purple eyes opened as the figure grinned, a pair of draconic wings unfurling. Several women, wearing identical sleeveless articles of clothing and armored dragonscale gauntlets, lined up behind him. Their eyes glowed red as flames gathered within their palms.
"And THIS! This is MY empire!"
The great machine, which resembled a massive dinosaur, unhinged its jaws, a bright cyan glow emanating from a large spherical pivot.
[GWRAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOH!]
The sound of a heavy bass drop could be heard as the giant mecha-dino releases a beam of death into the heavens in a display of power. The world erupted in dragonfire as the gathering of cultist women unleashed their pent up energy, a slew of fireballs exploding from their outstretched hands.
Everything went white.
"Ooogh, my head..." Nyke muttered as he sat up. "What the hell was that?"
That dragon-like figure...that massive mech...was that some kind of vision?
He shook his head.
"I should lay off the Glowing Mushroom tea…"
Before he could fully regain his senses, he heard an oddly all-too-familiar voice.
"I am Warrior. Are you the one who has summoned me?"
Nyke looked up to see the figure from his vision.
A scaly, Lavender-covered armor covered his body, a large reptilian tail trailing behind him.
His armor's helmet resembled the gaping maw of a dragon.
In his hand, the large jagged blade.
'Fuck.' Nyke thought to himself.
He had just summoned the dragon tyrant himself, one who had ruled over the mainland with an iron fist.
The one who drove away the humans.
Tizona, the Dragon Blade.
Deep in the jungle, several fluffy birds pranced about passively, pecking at worms and grubs crawling through the moist grass. For them, life was easy.
Without warning, they all suddenly perked up, staring in the same direction. En masse they began to fly, forming a swarm of fluff.
A powerful enemy has appeared, and they must eliminate it.
Servant info
Name: Tizona
Class: Warrior
Species: Draconian (Experiences the same strengths and weaknesses as "Dragon")
Stats
Strength: A
Endurance: B-
Agility: A++
Mana: D+
Luck: C
Defense: 60
Class Skills
Swordsman - A+ (Melee abilities increased.)
Armor Piercing - C- (Ignores defense to a small degree.)
Personal Skills
Dragon Armor (Full Set) - A+ (Increases Strength, Agility, and Endurance. Gives 60 defense.)
Copycat - D (Temporarily copy abilities after drawing an opponent's blood.)
Jagged Cutter - A (Inflicts Bleeding debuff, disrupting natural health regeneration.)
Noble Phantasms
True Tizona - Rank A++ Anti-Fortress/Anti-Army
Requires the broken sword of an ancient hero to tap into the power of the dragon god's prime.
Omega Fortress - Rank A Anti-City
A visage of the terrible machine Tizona commanded. Requires the Master to use a Command Seal.
? - Rank EX Suicide Phantasm
Unleash the true source of Tizona's power, at the cost of his own body.