So Beginning playthrough. Ngl, I'm actually ultra trash at the game and die all the time. Thankfully this guy is much more competant.

Armour: None

Weap: None (Copper Pickaxe)

Acc (11): None

Health: 100

He was a strange one.

Of course, The Guide didn't expect anything less. After all, this creature had been willed into existence not 12 hours ago at behest of the vulture-headed mage. The Guide was still debating with himself whether 'Terrarian' (he had introduced himself as such) was human at all. He certainly looked human, from head to foot, yet something in the way he carried himself screamed otherworldly.

The Guide opened his mouth to speak, his voice came out bitter.

"You… where did you come from? Who brought you here?"

The Terrarian stood from the remains of a fallen tree and turned to blink at him. He was dressed in whatever The Guide had managed to salvage from the ruins of his village - and holding a copper axe in his hand. His expression was flat, even bored, and unsettling to the extreme. His face was young - yet his eyes were old and jaded. His appearance was as if he wore a rigid mask, glazed eyes that seemed perpetually fixed on something in the far distance. Did he have the capacity to feel emotion at all? Was he merely a golem, some kind of machine borne of arcane witchery?

He replied in a flat voice.

"You brought me here."

"Well, Yes… technically...but-"

"..."

A moment's pause, then The Terrarian returned to harvesting wood.

The Guide huffed and pursed his lips. He had perched himself on one of the fallen logs The Terrarian seemed to fell with uncanny ease, and occupied himself resting and watching. Last night had been nothing short of hellish. It had been a mad scramble of gathering whatever was salvageable from the remains of the village, and fleeing from the rattling undead who inevitably rose each night to prowl the earth. The Guide had done it all whilst carrying 'The Terrarian' on his back, and felt he deserved some rest. He stretched his aching muscles and rolled his shoulders as he watched The Terrarian demolish the landscape.

… should I have killed him? He… doesn't seem evil.

Last night his mind had been set on slaughtering the man, but his heart couldn't follow through. Although in that moment, he hated The Terrarian with everything in his being, he likewise hated to be alone. At his core, he was a gentle soul, he had never killed another person before, and his constitution prevented him from doing so. Even if The Terrarian was the (secondary, perhaps accidental) result of whatever malevolent magic had consumed The Guide's village, The Guide was still prone to pity. The vulture headed mage had carried away the first result of the summoning. Considering the mage didn't return for The Terrarian, meant this creature was either unknown or unwanted. An abandoned soul.

The Guide simply couldn't bring himself to slit his throat.

So The Guide carried him as they fled through the night. He ran until he could run no longer and eventually they found themselves collapsed in a grassy forest clearing, several miles from the ruined village. Even through the jostling, The Terrarian would not wake. The Guide feared he might simply be a living body - lacking a soul. Thankfully the first rays of morning sunshine seemed to revive the man - who seemed more concerned with observing himself and his surroundings than introducing himself.

He wasn't scared or confused when he woke up… I thought he'd be distraught… Strange...

After spending an uncomfortable amount of time attempting to attract The Terrarian's attention, The Guide successfully began what could barely be considered a conversation. A greeting - one which The Terrarian all but ignored. He merely responded with his own name - or perhaps his title - in a flat voice, before returning to staring purposelessly at the sky.

"Terrarian."

That one word proclamation had shocked The Guide. He knew what a 'Terrarian' was. He'd read it in his books. He'd heard tales of such creatures from traveling storytellers and the recitations of old legends. Men and women who held in their hands the power of unhindered creation. The power of God himself. They were creatures of near infinite potential, starting no better than a mere human, but inherent in them was the capability of ascending to the loftiest heights imaginable.

My village was sacrificed for one of these?!

And if 'Terrarian' wasn't lying - which upon close inspection, The Guide seriously doubted he had the capacity to - then surely he also possessed this creative ability. The Guide, with a bitterness in his heart, decided to test him. To use him. If The Terrarian had been borne from the deaths of The Guide's loved ones, then surely The Guide would direct him to fulfill his own purposes. He handed The Terrarian a Copper Axe from the Village's salvage and instructed him to clear the area of trees. The day was short - and The Guide was fain to repeat last night's experience. If The Terrarian was truly who he claimed to be, manufacturing a shelter to preserve them through the night should be trivial for him.

You need to make yourself worthy of their sacrifice...

So with this in mind, The Guide sighed and called out to The Terrarian, who was in the midst of tirelessly attacking a particularly tall oak. Truly he was made of something different. Although he had been felling lumber for the past three hours, he didn't seem the least bit tired - neither did he show any signs of slowing down. His build - although not meagre, betrayed nothing about the… almost monster strength he wielded as he plowed his way through the forest.

… urgh, I'd better stop him before he chops down the whole place...

"Terrarian! Hey, We need to build a shelter. Could you collect all of this wood? Stack it over here, and we can cut it u- ouff."

The Terrarian slowly turned to look at him, then looked to the ground - which was littered with great boughs of wood. He blinked once, and suddenly all of the fallen lumber vanished - leaving nothing but imprints on the grass. The Guide, upon finding his seat had been stolen from beneath him, barked in shock as he was unceremoniously splayed flat on the grass. Sputtering and angry, he scrambled to his feet.

"Gah! What did you do?!"

"I picked it up."

"What?!"

"I picked it up."

The Terrarian didn't outwardly seem bothered by The Guide's outburst - but the tightness with which he repeated his answer caused The Guide to bite back a harsh retort for fear of retaliation. He was reminded he was still unsure what manner of creature this almost-man was. If he were truly a Terrarian, he could possibly be very dangerous. He seemed to lack emotion entirely - and The Guide was still unsure of his psychology.

He could have attacked me at any moment. I know how strong he is - I… likely don't stand a chance. Phew… okay...

There was a tense moment of silence before The Guide shook his head and brushed the grass from his pants. He knew showing fear could be his death sentence, so he puffed out his chest and approached the Terrarian a step closer than he dared. He planted his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows, allowing his voice to grow annoyed, but not too annoyed.

"Every night, creatures crawl from beneath the earth to hunt for warm flesh. All kinds of walking corpses who want to tear you to bits. Flying eyeballs who I've seen bludgeon a man to death to drain their blood. We need to build a shelter. Where is the wood?"

The Terrarian didn't respond. His posture didn't indicate any violence, but it wasn't subservient either. He held out an empty palm upon which a small bundle of sticks? No, minituraized logs appeared. It was strange enough the Terrarian seemed to cause things to vanish and appear on a whim, but even stranger was that bundle of logs he had produced. They seemed to waver in mind numbing fashion, and the longer The Guide stared at him, the more his head hurt. His fear overcome with curiosity, The Guide frowned and reached to take one from The Terrarian's hand.

"What did you do to it-Whoa?!"

It was merely a slender log - no thicker than his wrist, yet The Guide couldn't pick it up. It was dreadfully heavy - so heavy, that all The Guide's efforts were only enough to disturb the pile enough for one of the logs to fall to the ground where it promptly exploded into a hundred - no, a thousand identical logs. As the lumber spilled out before them, The Guide jumped back in shock - as did The Terrarian (who thankfully didn't drop the rest of them). It was no small consolation that to him that The Terrarian seemed just as confused about his strange abilities as The Guide was. He released a nervous laugh as he beheld the ridiculous sight before him.

Amazing… I've read about Terrarians able to do this - but I've never seen it before. How much can he carry?

Woes temporarily swallowed by curiosity, The Guide reached down to pluck up a log from the ground. This one was of normal density and about the length and girth of a baseball bat. He took several swipes at the air, then tapped it against his palm. There was no way they could build a shelter out of such small bits of wood, but the Terrarian had already displayed several physics-bending abilities. As strange as it seemed, The Guide was confident they were capable of building a shelter… even if it took an entire day of experimentation.

An entire day which was quickly passing them by.

Guide's my sweetheart