Nymphlopedia

Entry 4: Magma Nymphs

"The potion lasts for six hours, come aaawwn Vince!" Sonata said with a hearty laugh. "I drank mine before you, so if the potion wears off, I'll burn up first! Happy?"

So he just drank an Obsidian Skin Potion moments ago, but he still had a huge bundle of them around his belt. That was stripped down - Vince was wearing nothing but a Lava Charm. Sonata was already deep in a pool of magma - which looked a LOT less like bubbling bright red water than it did on TV and video games and more like... swirling... glowing death... with some unmelted black rocks still up top.

"What if it wears out while I'm in there?"

The vibrant red Nymph, who had just taken off her magma bracelets and let the flames from them disappear (now leaving her 'especially naked' even by Nymph standards), herself chuckled. "You still have that Charm I gave you, right? It'll give you a grace period in case this soak somehow lasts six hours!"

"Hey, in his defense, I'm known for soaking for a long time." Sonata said.

"Haha! For six hours?"

"...Yes." She flatly answered the Magma Nymph.

Vince finally stepped in to the magma pool to join them. Oh, right, it was dense. Took him a bit to sink in. Which meant it would take him a bit to get out-

"Hey." Sonata told him. "Igness said that we're gonna need to go deep down in to Hell for one of the Zenith components. If you wanna join me there, so you know, I can do the thing where I put your name on a plaque, you'll have to get used to going through lava."

"Magma." The Magma Nymph, who was in fact also the aformentioned Igness, corrected.

"Right, magma. You want that plaque right? Well, I'm gonna need some Hellstone."

"I already have a Feiry Greatsword of my own," said Igness, "but Sonata, you'll have to make your own."

"Yeah! See?" Sonata told him. "You'll have to get used to this! And lots of other dangerous, dangerous scary places!"

So... the soak in general was pleasant. Oddly, though. Vince could say for sure that being in lava- magma without being burnt instantly was a rare experience for humans, so he should appreciate it. But, he wasn't. As the pair of Nymphs began chatting away, he couldn't focus on much. Just... any signs of the potion being faulty... or-

He heard a hiss as gas escaped from a pocket near him. It almost made him jump, but that was the thing - he couldn't really move.

Vince screamed. "THAT'S A SIGN THAT THE POTION'S WEARING OUT!"

"WOAH! Calm down!" Said Igness. "I got this:"

She slipped out of the molten rock bath as if it was made out of air, her body completely cloaked in a shell of it, almost looking like makeshift clothing. But it was not, and it began to break off and fall apart in pieces as she walked over to Vince's location. She gave an annoyed look at her chest and peeled off a part of the red glowing liquid that was on to it, freeing her breasts. She put on a magma bracelet and shot that hand in to the pool, making it ripple, and turning it in to looser liquid that Vince could slip out more easily.

"You really are new to this, aren't you?" Igness said with a laugh. She slipped her bracelet back off and sat next to him, a bit of magma dripping down from her collarbone and in between her bare breasts.

"YES! Why couldn't we bathe in a hot spring instead?"

"Spring Nymphs hate me, that's why," explained Sonata, "it's gonna take a while to convince any of them to join me."

Magma Nymphs.

Lurking among the lowest depths of the world are a group of fire warriors appointed as the guardians between Earth and Hell. Masters of pure heat, they ignite souls who attempt to escape Hell's border, as well as the living that try to breach downward.

Preferred Environment: Magma/Lava Lakes.

Environment Threat Level: Severe.

Environment Stats: Extremely Hot. Extremely Dry. Mundane. Subterranean Lakes are almost everywhere at a certain depth; natural surface ones are considerably rarer, and are typically found on lands noteworthy for having a rather explosive challenge. The biome is one of fire and magma/lava, similar to what is seen in Hell, but tamer. Fire-themed flora and fauna originates from here, but can also be found having migrated down to Hell.

Other Names: Fire Nymphs, Lava Nymphs, Ignis, Salamanders.

Affinity: Fire.

Color: Bright Red.

Traditional Costume Weapon: Wrist-rings made of magma, with trailing snakes of fire that go up their arms and generally across and around their bodies. It goes without saying, like all Nymph "Costume Weapons," their nipples and genitals are unobstructed. Unsurprisingly, they shoot fire with these accessories.

Vince's Comment: I'll still take this region over the Jungle... I hope Tania doesn't get mad about that. Anyway, the flames are... surprisingly not as bad as I thought they would be! Obsidan Skin Potions really help me out here! It makes this place enjoyable to go around, and it takes out the difficulty in fighting any stray Magma Nymphs or Magma Satyrs that want to roast me!
Also they are one of the three "in the middle" Nymph Variants I first met in-person. All three of them were thanks to Sonata's flyer being surprisingly effective. Igness intimidated me at first, but I think we're pretty close friends now.

Sonata's Comment: Don't tell any "hot" jokes to them. Trust me, they've heard them all. Bad ice-breaker. ...Huh, saying "I bet you'd make a good icebreaker" might be a good icebreaker with them...

Tania's Comment: Magma Nymphs.
Nymphae Igneus.
Unsurprisingly, they can withstand the most extreme temperatures of all the Nymph types. Even Oreads, originally native to Hell, burn when making contact with magma. Their extremophile nature has lead to them being regarded as naturally-built to be warriors of the depths, as they can swim through magma with ease to give unsuspecting dwellers approaching the Original Nymph Homeland an attack from the lakes that seemed safe. Their internal organs have been crafted by the fire spirits themselves to also be able to filter any sort of mineral, enabling them to "breathe in magma" so to speak.

Closing AN:

So this chapter just got another confirmation on how things work here: Buffs and whatnot translate to how much in-game time passes, not to a few minutes, so basically "minutes"-long buffs become hours, as time here passes normally. (No twenty-four minute days.) Yes, this does mean that the Feral Bite can last three hours. Fuck Bats.