I have so much stuff to get through reee.

Guide loses his marbles lol

Armour: Wood

Weap: Copper Bow (Arrows), Zombie Arm

Acc (11): None

Health: 95/100

"Wait, wait! Don-..."

*BOOOOM*

The Guide only barely managed to clap his hands over his ears and dive to the ground before the entire cavern was wracked by a series of concussive explosions. The cave's acoustics amplified the sound of the bombs, and The Guide cried out as he felt his eardrums straining under the percussive pressure. Above them, chunks of rock that had lain undisturbed for a millenia were violently shaken from their places. They rained down like deadly hail, angrily pelting the two men who had dared disturb them.

"What are you doing?! You're going to kill us both! Are you stupi- urmph!"

The Guide's words were cut short as the floor beneath his feet bucked one final time before the earth fell still with a tectonic groan. By some miracle, the cave they were standing (laying) in hadn't collapsed and buried them alive - a lucky break to be sure. Even so, The Guide hadn't escaped unscathed. There were at least a couple of good sized bruises peppering his back and… (he gingerly pulled his hands from the sides of his head, half expecting to see blood staining his palms) his eardrums hadn't ruptured.

Frankly, if they had, he'd probably push The Terrarian down the hole he'd just finished blowing into the rock beneath.

"You… ar-(coughing)"

His head pounded something fierce as The Guide rolled stiffly into his back and sputtered - angrily spitting out a mouthful of dirt. Teeth bared in indignance, he lurched upright to berate his careless companion, doing his best to ignore the wave of vertigo that washed through him. The moment The Guide was confident he could keep his lunch down, he clambered to his feet and gave voice to his incredulous rage.

"You! Are you insane?!"

He stalked across the dusty, unevenly lit floor as he approached the man responsible for nearly killing them. He reached out and seized The Terrarian by the shoulder, intentionally swatting at the arrow shaft lodged in the man's rotary cuff. The arrow snapped and The Terrarian flinched before turning to glower at him from behind his wooden visor.

"You can't just blow everything up! What if the ceiling collapsed? Then we'd both die. Think! Please!"

The Terrarian had been squatting near the edge of the crater he'd blown in the floor and holding a torch over it - as if trying to gauge whether his bombing campaign had accomplished anything. The shock of having his souvenir arrow jostled caused the torch to fall from his grasp, illuminating the bottom of the shaft. Of course, The Guide wasn't currently interested in the treasures of the deep. His fairly powerful mind was entirely consumed by the task at hand: hyperventilating and screaming.

"Where did you even get so many bombs?! Are you fighting a war? Have you got something against mother earth?"

The Guide didn't often have his life threatened, and was frankly quite rattled from the experience. To make things worse, The Terrarian didn't seem disturbed by either the noise of explosions or the raining debris. Although his face was completely masked by his visored headpiece, The Guide perceived The Terrarian was scoffing at his violent reaction towards the floor being blasted from beneath his feet.

"Do you know what happens when you just throw explosives willy nilly? Well let me tell you, I've seen people who stepped on mines before, and I assure you, the results of…(etc)"

Perhaps The Terrarian could smell the fear on him. Perhaps he was developing some primitive sense of empathy. In any case - when The Guide would look back on the incident - he'd be comforted. For if The Terrarian was truly just a beast, he undoubtedly would have physically retaliated against The Guide's token hostility. Instead, he had shoved The Guide's hand away in a rather condescending manner and hopped down into the shaft, disappearing into the darkness. The Guide (of course, infuriated) hollered angrily at him from above.

"Iron ore! All we need is Iron ore. You don't need to crack the world in half! Gah! Get back here!"

It had been ten minutes since they ventured down the Sky Tree's long, claustrophobic trunk to reach the caverns beneath, and the two of them were already butting heads. The morning had gone quite smoothly, as The Terrarian had set his stubborn heart on learning from The Guide instead of ignoring him. He wasn't talkative by any means, but he did at least show attentiveness. Frankly, The Guide was so starved for any sort of social interaction, he was happy to take what he could get.

The Trouble came once they cut their way out of the tangle of roots and dropped down into the expansive cave floor, the Terrarian had wordlessly gotten to work collecting whatever The Guide pointed at. Although The Guide had found himself a bit moody (he was cold, shirtless and didn't have very good company), he regardless relished the opportunity to show off his knowledge of the curiosities and minerals to be found in the caverns. He was convinced The Terrarian wasn't paying him any attention, but still took comfort in rattling off every fact he could draw to mind concerning the caves. It made him feel like he still had control of something in this cruel, chaotic world.

Urg… I thought he was ignoring me…

That comfort - of course - rapidly dissipated when The Guide made the great mistake of mentioning the usefulness of explosives in mining expeditions. The Terrarian had been dutifully breaking stone with the pickaxe when The Guide absentmindedly let that information slip. To his great shock, The Terrarian's immediate response to the newfound knowledge was spilling live bombs all over the floor.

And thus began the first of the many incidents that day.

…?

He knew he saw something down here. A glint in the darkness. A resonance that seemed to call out to him. The Guide - who had rather amusingly been scared out of his wits - had spoken about it earlier as they were climbing through the hollow trunk of the Sky Tree. He had been amusing himself by recanting the legends of heroic swords, blades which fell from the sky as warriors battled dragons. They were apparently so sharp that they split the ground as they fell, burrowing themselves deep into the earth - never to be found again.

...

That's what The Guide had said anyways, and frankly, The Terrarian had no reason to distrust him. Although he was uninterested in most of what his talkative companion said (and he talked incessantly), he still believed it all wholeheartedly. After all, whenever he deigned to put The Guide's advice to action, the result was always exactly what he expected. Even this 'carpet-bombing campaign' was The Guide's idea. Why he was so upset? The Terrarian hadn't a clue. Most of The Guide's reactions were a mystery to him anyways. He decided not to ponder on it.

(Helloo? Hey, where are you! Did you just wander off into the dark? You're going to get yourself killed, you know. There are traps laid all over the place!)

Behind him, the noise of two feet hitting the ground. The Guide had followed him down into the blasted-out cavern, and he didn't sound happy about it. That wasn't new either. The Guide seemed to waver continually between frustration, depression and shock. The Terrarian wasn't sure which, if any, of those negativities were because of his own behavior. Well, regardless, it wasn't a chief concern of his. The Terrarian was satisfied so long as The Guide's vast library of knowledge would continue to be available to him.

…!

Ah, there it was. The glint in the dark. The torchlight reflected eerily off the sharp metallic blade of a sword lodged hilt-deep in stone. It was plain and utilitarian, not possessing any of the embedded jewels or ornate carvings one might expect a legendary sword to have. Yet despite its simplicity, The Terrarian could somehow sense the power of the blade. This most certainly was a hero's legendary sword. Was The Terrarian free to take it?

He would certainly try. Eyes trained on that glint, he stepped forward into the inky blackness.

(click)

And as his foot fell, a barely perceptible noise quietly triggered an unknown mechanism.

I straight up legit got the Arkhalis in my playthrough dont at me.