Author's note: Hello, TerraSpark here with my first story. Hope you enjoy! Also this will include the Mob Talker girls, a mod for Minecraft.
Chapter 1: A new adventure awaits!
Silence, but only for a few moments, for it was finally over. Through all the pain and suffering, the deed was finally done. The Moon Lord has fallen. A new champion has risen above those of celestial beings. The terrarian lifts the blade before him, the mighty Star Wrath. A legendary sword that can shake the stars above to rain down upon its enemies. Feeling the adrenaline leaving his body, the man collapses not sparing a care in the world as he rests upon the grassy grounds.
After taking his well deserved rest, he returns back to his home. Walking up to a giant tree that was still growing strong and healthy, he grabs the rope hanging from the branches and proceeded to climb up. However his home was actually the tree itself, with a little help of some magic, he had shaped the tree to his liking. He was not alone, for there lived many residents, one could call it a village or even a town. It was the perfect place, it could be easily accessed by any terrarian, but it was too high for any monsters to break in. Thankfully it also wasn't too high either, that harpies and wyverns could raid the town.
"Congratulations! You did it Quint!" Screamed a familiar energetic voice. Quint's helmet was forcefully taken off and replaced with a party hat. The party girl had a party set up for his return as she then took a confetti and tossed it over him.
"Thanks a bunch. Can't believe you already set up another party already after…" Quint's reply was cut short as the party girl shouts.
"Of course I did! Who do you think I am! I am Fantasia, the party master! Did you seriously forget?" the party girl questioned.
"Yeah yeah, this isn't the first time you've set up a party unannounced. Do you ever schedule them or do you look for any reason to start a party?" Quint sighed, after experiencing party after party, it was slowly becoming irritable as he was usually in charge of clean up.
"Guilty as charged." she giggled sticking her tongue out playfully. Quint just rolled his eyes as he began to walk wanting to go straight to bed. After all his job wasn't done yet, for he still had to cleanse the world of both the corruption and the crimson, the more time he spent fooling around only meant more work later. After all he did promise the dryad after defeating the Eye of Cthulhu.
As Quint walked down the hallway heading towards the spiral stairs inside the tree, he would look at each one of his residents each giving him a look of approval. He chuckled as he remembered when he first started out. Looking back at his memories, he would have been in the same boat as the Merchant doubting that a scrawny kid would determine the outcome of life or death. After defeating every boss in this world, the world of Terraria, no longer would he have to worry about fighting for his life.
Except reality can be very unforgiving. While magic and science are both wonderful things, the combination of the two can have some serious effects. While mostly beneficial, due to the inconsistent stability of what is known to be magic, can have some hazardous effects. After all Quint had relied on something that should hardly be touched, the Rod of Discord. Although belonging to the realm of light, it hold many mysteries due to its chaotic nature. Quite ebbed a faint glow of pink light, he was in a chaotic state. Of course almost nothing had gone wrong except it should have disappeared long ago.
Finally reaching his destination, he threw off the party hat, his armor, stored his weapons, and got under the covers of his comfy bed. Before nodding off to sleep, he looked at the weapon racks that sat on the wall close by. It was the copper tools he started out with when he had first awoken. The copper short sword, the copper pickaxe, and the copper axe. They were trash at this point, he had no reason to keep them. However Quint decided to hang them, to remind himself of his humble beginnings. Waking up for the first time with no knowledge of experience of the world… and a somewhat annoying guide who enjoyed showing off his intellect.
Closing his eyes, Quint had fallen into a deep sleep. Now a legendary hero, he gets his deserved rest. Except for when he opened his eyes once more, he found himself staring into the sky.
"What the-" Quint began, believing he had somehow slept through another demolitionist accident, he looked around to find himself not in his home, but in a forest and oddly enough it appeared as though everything was made of blocks. No slopes, no curves, not even the clouds appeared puffy...everything appeared in the same shape. Cubes...