Nymphlopedia

Entry 60: Savanna Nymphs

Beginning AN:

Alright, final entry of the "three-chapters-a-day" set! More on that in the closing notes.

"Be sure to keep pushing at the ground a little with your feet." A Savanna Nymph said, functioning as the tour guide of sorts to the gang - mostly Vince. Sonata and especially Tania, of course, had that biome navigation nailed. "If it feels solid, it's safe to step on. If it's not, it's a pit trap."

Sonata rolled her eyes. "I fucking hate traps. Dart traps are annoying enough. Those boulders... I was almost killed by them. And the explosives?! And now there's Pit Traps too?"

"They have various origins, but the Lunatic Cult were the designers of the original Dart Traps." Explained Tania. She was doing the 'foot solidity check' thing, but being an expert at it, she was fast and subtle with it.

"...That actually explains a lot." And she turned her attention back to the Savanna Nymph guiding them. "So um, what if we accidentally break the ground outright?"

"It means you pushed your foot too hard, and you'll have to prepare yourself for a fight. Most of us have a communication system linked to our pits that-"

Speaking of which, the leaf on her shoulder tingled a little.

"Ah. Damn. I knew I had a trap I forgot to disable. Sorry, we went a little overboard after hearing that... you know..." She faintly tilted her head a bit in Tania's direction. "You're around."

Tania sighed. "I get that a lot."

"Yeah, she feels like a fucking celebrity everywhere she goes!" Sonata said.

"...She is a celebrity." Vince said. "By definition, you know."

"No isn't 'celebrity' like a movie producer, a music-maker, or something like that? I mean, Tania's sung to herself all those fairytale songs but-"

"No it just means someone who is famous."

"Oh, really? Huh, I didn't know that. Yeah, she is a celebrity, not like one-."

"This is kind of an emergency," said the Savanna Nymph, "I better address this one fast. I'll leave a dig trail you can follow."

"What's a dig trail?" Vince asked.

"Don't worry," Sonata answered for her while their biome-guide already made a super quick dig to the ground, "you'll see it."

Ah, yeah, like in the cartoons, she left that little bump of ground as she moved- holy shit that's about Shroomite Digging Claw-level speeds. If not even faster.

...

So it turned out the trapped person was but a certain blue Goblin decked in lab gear and with infamy for making the most infuriating get rich quick scheme in Terraria. He was in a hole. A pretty deep dirt hole. That had what looked like the makings of some nets in it, which he was carefully, barely able to avoid.

Sonata pointed at him and laughed.

"Sonata!" Tania said.

"AAAHHHH HA HA HA! what, Tania? Ragz is a fucking asshole! I might be friends with his girlfriend, but I'm not friends with him! God, this is what, the third time we've saved him?"

The Tinkerer couldn't really bring himself to look at Sonata. "I would ask you to hurry me out of this predicament already, but I have someone out there to help."

"You know this man?" The Savanna Nymph asked the trio.

Sonata gave her a dismissive wave. "Fuck, yes, but I wish we didn't. That's Ragz, he's the guy who sold us the thing that lets us fuse things together. And the guy who broke my fucking Terra Blade."

"You still have a grudge on that?!" Asked Ragz.

Tania answered "Yes" first, but Sonata still had her own answer (as usual).

"Hey, you were the one who called it awful, not me."

Savanna Nymphs.

One might think that flat plains and flat, unamusing caves would lead to an easy way to see Nymphs. They think that too, so that's why they don't come at you from ahead or above, but below.

Preferred Environment: Savanna.

Environment Threat Level: Peaceful.

Environment Stats: Dry. Warm. Mundane. Common. Flat fields of some grass and trees, typically in tropical environments.

Other Names: Flatland Nymphs, Digging Nymphs, Burrying Nymphs, Burial Nymphs, "Hole Nymphs."

Affinity: Earth.

Color: Light Lime.

Traditional Costume Weapon: Typically just an acacia leaf on their shoulders, they use their magic with it to help burrow through the grounds of the savannahs. They can also command the grass and trees, usually turning them in to sprawling mini-jungles should they wish.

Vince's Comment: Oh, wow! This is one of the most "normal" biomes in a while! Anyway, always look down when you're here. Watch for the ground moving about. Also, this doesn't have anything to do with the Nymphs but for the biome in general, look up. Because there are birds there. Even if they don't dive-bomb at you (and make your Oread companion laugh her fat ass off at your misfortune...), they might shit on you. (And kill the mood with your Oread companion. She really hates talking about bathroom stuff, usually if she does it means she's mad. Like her rant about Love Nymphs.)
(That reminds me, since the mood was recently killed and those were just brought up again...)

Sonata's Comment: PAN the grass here feels REALLY good on my toes! And the bodies of the Nymphs and Satyrs here feel REALLY good in my hands! Heeheehee! ...Yeah, sorry, that might have crossed the line a little in to being creepy. I threw the idea of writing that around the Savanna Nymphs, they actually liked it, and encouraged me to jot it if I couldn't think of absolutely anything else to say for this.
...I couldn't. Yeah.

Tania's Comment: Savanna Nymphs.
Nymphae Fodere.
I'm not sure why (and as usual, neither are they), but these Nymphs are proficient in digging, and use this to their advantage as their key ability. One might even say that they are tunnelling experts, even though there are plenty of other creatures that give them competition. (Yet Tunnel Nymphs still beat them when it comes to the process of making actual tunnels, by and far on average.) The Savanna is one of the tamer environments out there, yet the Nymphs appear to have some overcompenstation with their aggressive culture. They also need to consume more than the average Nymph Variant in order to stay at a healthy status.
(Note from Sonata: Yeah us Nymphs have to eat in case it wasn't obvious. I mean EAT. Fuck I'm getting hungry just thinking about it. Hungry and horny...)

Closing AN:

Alright, finally, Day 20! So, remember, this will update with four entries a day instead of three from here on out!

I'm also done with the very rough bits of the "First Edition" entries, except... as you could imagine, the Dryad chapter is going to be considerably longer than the others - arguably even the Prologue and Oread one (and that's predicting AFTER I add an FAQ. Yeah, I'm gonna give it an in-universe FAQ, it'll probably be the only chapter to have it) - so I'd rather not just hash most of it out in one sitting and leave it until the day it comes out. Basically, my plan from now on is, I'd actually start working on the mini-stories since just writing the full, final stories for three chapters a day is already a lot, four would probably kill me if I don't give myself prep time first, and then also work on the Dryad chapter bit-by-bit throughout all of it all the way until the day it drops. And when the "roughs of the stories" are done, I'll go back and do some changes and tweaks. I'll still go back and stuff once the First Edition is finished, but... probably not as often. Again, if you see any mistakes and inconsistencies and whatnot, please let me know as soon as possible.

This is probably the closest I will get to a Minecraft reference in... anything from the Zenith Nymph series, really.

I had this joke in mind that since the Moon Lord's Bestiary entry describes him as being behind everything bad I extended that to mean he's also somehow indirectly responsible for the traps and shit.