Chapter 5: Logrolf
"Wow... this place is amazing!" I muttered, looking around. Dryad nodded proudly.
"This is where the heroes of Terraria have trained and settled down all these years. We're not only here for armor. There are others who have been fighting against darkness. None have yet defeated the wall of flesh. It was where the spirit of dark trapped the spirit of light and itself, so no one could defeat him. You are the first to have fought it, and you slew it."
I blinked and stayed silent.
We walked deeper into the forest, and saw many houses. Tall, pointy eared types walked the road, carrying baskets with flowers and fruits.
"Who are those?" I asked dazily.
"Elves. Peaceful gardeners usually, but great rangers and swordsmen," The dryad replied. Eventually, we came upon a large wooden house, with a brick chimney. A welcome sign was posted on the front. Dryad knocked. The door opened a few seconds later.
"Hello Dryad! Nice to see you again! And who's this you have with you?" The man who opened the door asked, a large smile on his face. He looked very young, a little older than me. He had long brown hair, and was a bit taller than me. He wore green robes.
We walked in.
"This is Player. He has another name but he can't remember it." Dryad said, pointing at me.
"Ah. The player of an impossible game I suppose. Why is it that you bring him?" The man asked. I almost wanted to ask him who he was, but I refrained.
"He is the slayer of the wall of flesh, Eye of Cthulu, Eater of Worlds and The twins. He has saved my life several times now," Dryad replied. Logrolf began to smile, but then raised an eyebrow.
"Why would he destroy the twins?" He asked.
"Logrolf... They went haywire. This worries me, since there's still two more out there," Dryad said, concern dripping from her words. So his name was Logrolf.
"Gods above! We need to get our troops ready! The destroyer is stationed near here!" Logrolf exclaimed, his eyes widening.
"Calm down. If my studies prove correct, we still have a few days before he wakes up," Dryad replied in an attempt to calm him. He seemed to become a bit calmer.
"Well, I suppose you're here to get him the armor. Let's not delay." Logrolf said, then hesitated. "I'm sorry that your first impression of Summerset Woods isn't the best player. I've lived here for almost two hundred years, and we have never been this rushed and busy. But the return of a hero... that must mean something greater. I'm one of the last heroes. Most of them are long gone, killed by the corruption." Logrolf said. When I heard "two hundred years," I looked at him quizzically.
"He's an elf. Elves live forever." Dryad explained. Logrolf nodded.
"This is some of the most powerful and old armor in existence. It is the only gift I can give you equal in value to the Terra Blade and the steam wings." Logrolf said, opening a large, wooden chest. Inside was an orange colored armor that sparkled in the light. It was plated and jointed, and the helmet had a large black plume on the top. I picked up the helmet and placed it on my head. It fit perfectly, and I suddenly felt stronger. I put on the chestplate, leggings and finally the boots. They all fit nearly perfectly. The armor seemed to increase my physical abilities, as I felt stronger wearing it. "This armor will increase the damage you do with your sword by a great deal. You can run faster with it, and when you hit an enemy, you absorb some of its life force and heal yourself with it. Be warned, however, you have to be wearing the whole set for any of these perks to function correctly," Logrolf said. I smiled.
"So what are the steam wings?" I asked. He opened another chest. Inside was a pair of large, metal plated wings.
"These wings will allow flight for an extended period. You also won't take any damage from falling anymore. They attach to the back of your armor." Logrolf said, taking the wings out. He handed them to me. After a bit of fumbling around, I attached the wings to my back.
"And the Terra Blade?" I asked rhetorically. He shook his head.
"That's for you to make," He said simply. I thanked him, and opened the door. Suddenly, Dryad turned arround.
"Logrolf... Will you follow us into battle once more? I know you haven't forgotten your training. Logrolf thought for a moment.
"Let me... Let me think about it. For now, feel welcome to wander around Summerset," Logrolf said, frowning. We walked outside, and Logrolf carefully shut the door behind him. Suddenly, I remembered my wings. I didn't have any idea how to use them.
"Dryad, how do I use these dang things?" I asked, tugging at one of the wings. Dryad laughed.
"There's a little brass lever, attached to a string. Give it a Tug," Dryad replied. I pulled the brass lever. The wings began to flap quickly. Startled, I jumped a bit. This brought me in the air, though I fell quickly. I felt as if I fell on a cushion. "Once you get in the air, pull it over and over. This will let you keep rising." Dryad said. I experimented. I flew almost two hundred feet in the air before my wings suddenly wouldn't flap. I gulped and let go. I went plummeting to the ground. I closed my eyes. When I hit the ground, nothing happened. Nothing. I just felt a small pain in my legs. I opened my eyes.
"Why am I alive?" I inquired.
"You don't take fall damage when wearing those." Dryad said, trying not to laugh. I huffed indignantly.
"Hey, I'm still getting the hang of it!" I muttered.