Nymphlopedia

Entry 52: Peace Nymphs

"I'm taking Sonata here to calm her down." Tania said that immediately as Vince walked over to her and Sonata, as if she had that line rehearsed or something.

They were, by that point, walking across odd hills of one of the odder islands of Terraria out there. One that felt dangerously close to the Corrupt Mainland - granted, the CM wasn't visible from the far ocean or anything, but still. On a map of the entire planet, it was too close for comfort.

Tania's hand was on Sonata's back, walking her in to the pink forest. And Sonata had her arms folded, refusing to make eye contact with the Dryad.

"So what happened?" Vince asked.

"I beat her in a game of Chess." Said Tania.

"Well I don't see why that-"

"Fifty times in a row."

"Oh. Yeah... Sonata can be a bit of a sore loser..."

"I learned that the hard way."

"Pfft!" Sonata finally spoke up. "I keep telling Tania, I'm not mad and I don't need her stinkin' hippie meditation! I'm just mildly annoyed that I can't beat her no matter what I do!"

"Well, I think you should at least try it out."

"I think I will! But I know it's not going to improve my skills at Chess!"

"Or Plumber Kart." Vince added. Sonata pointed at him.

"I fucking HAD YOU that one time if it wasn't for the damn lightning!"

Anyway, they were there, and-

BLAM!

A shitload of explosives went off before they even crossed in to the pink forest, even tearing down some trees. The entire trio jumped back.

"Maybe we shouldn't go in there..." Vince said.

Three more, larger explosions went off behind them.

"Or maybe it's our only hope!" Sonata shouted. "Fuck it, fight or flight here we GOOOOOO!"

And she ran off to the woods. Tania reached a futile hand out, then groaned.

"DAMMIT SONATA!" She shouted, following after her.

Vince ran after them too because... safety in numbers...?

Speaking of numbers, they all ran in to a huge army of light pink Nymphs, most of whom had elegantly-styled hair in certain curls and pink branches on their arms.

"We've been waiting for this for AGES!" Shouted one of them.

"AGES!" The army repeated.

"Some actual people that piss us off! Dryad, the traitor! A Human, our enemy! And you there!" She looked at Sonata. "And you... what the fuck is with that sword?"

"That's the Terra Blade, dumbass!" Sonata replied, waving said sword around. "You know that Solar Eclipse that happened? Yeah, well I killed this fucking moth thing and-"

"We don't care! You get near us, you die! Those are the laws of nature!"

"LAWS!" The other Peace Nymphs repeated.

Vince sighed. "Oh boy... Tania?"

"No, this is going to be bad, I can tell already." Tania told him.

Peace Nymphs.

The calming properties of the Peacelands are often just ignored by their native Nature Spirits. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, they only want blood.

Preferred Environment: Peacelands.

Environment Threat Level: Beneficial.

Environment Stats: Warm. Moist. Moderate-Fantastic. Rare. Pink-tinted forests (with some "normal"-looking plants) that have plenty of unique herbs and other material used

Other Names: "Friendly Nymphs," "Calming Nymphs."

Affinity: Fire.

Color: Light Pink.

Traditional Costume Weapon: Loose, flexible, thin dark pink "branches" from their biome that look more like veins, almost always put on their arms. Can lightly control the aggression of a person, as well as make fire blasts.

Vince's Comment: OW! OW! OW! Probably one of the most aggressive Nymph types I've EVER met! Even the ONE member in the Naked Empire is... well, she's on good terms with ME, but she's very quick-tempered with almost everybody else not part of the NE. This includes normal nudists like Darnell- well okay Darnell he has this history of being... well yeah, but still.

Sonata's Comment: This biome is... yeah. There's a good reason why, of the "hundred" biomes in this bright/dark/light "trio" we explored pre-Moon Lord, they're some of the last of those hundred that joined the Naked Empire. A bunch of them went to war with me. I managed to only get one wanting to join me. At the very beginning I called my type of Nymph "bitches," but I mean that in the "cool" way, the "yeah you bite us we'll bite you back" sort of way. Well these "peace" people, I mean they're just assholes. "Bitches" in the way of "we'll bite you for no fucking reason." And I usually hate to see "bitch" being used that way.

Tania's Comment: Peace Nymphs.
Nymphae Pax.
While there is NO Nymph with any actual connection to the Slimes, these by an uncanny coincidence share properties with the Slime type known as "Pinky." They are capable of using a calming sort of senstation that works mainly on mindless monsters that only seek destruction, but it has been known to have an effect that calms people down as well and make them think. They do not like using this, considering it to be drugging someone else's senses, which is a line that Nymphs in general dislike crossing. (I am tempted to go as far as to say that this could be considered an unofficial "Rule #2" among them, but Sonata has repeatedly told me that "Rule #2 will be decided when it's decided." This wish of hers, I can respect.) No, the irony of Peace Nymphs being quick to go to violence and rarely actually using pacifist techniques - if anything, they provoke fights - has not been lost on me.

Closing AN:

Can't think of much to say for this specific chapter, so I'll just say that Day 18 will have some irony, another Pikmin-inspired chapter, and more irony. An irony sandwich with Pikmin in the middle, yum.