Three years was it?
'Right it was four years.' He thought as he looked upon the broken arena, never to be fixed again. For his journey has ended.
It's been four years since he was transported to Terraria, four years since he had last seen Orario's bustling streets, the hustle and bustle he was so used to was now instead replaced by the peace and quiet of the world he was transported to.
Sure there was a chance of a blood moon but that was rather slim seeing as there was one just yesterday.
While not as dangerous as the more festive events, it was the one that occurred the most in daily life, if anything it was a regular event that many a people in Terraria had come to be used to. He was one such person, but he still had remembered the first time he had experienced one.
Huddled near the campfire, as he fought off the shambling hordes of eyes and undead, whilst some of the townsfolk did help. It was him that did most of the heavy lifting at least, until he had finally made a wall strong enough to keep them at bay. Granted, he could improve it now but he didn't see the need to.
His thoughts then wandered to the labyrinth city.
Unlike back in his original world, the monsters here were far more common, and no matter what you try to do to contain them, it would not work. Zombies and Demon eyes were common and had too much numbers to be ever truly culled. He still had yet to discover what their true origins were.
Either way it was the end of his journey and he was glad. He had fought monster after monster, god after god. And after all that, he was left was to enjoy the peace and quiet. That was after he spent a few months trying to clean up the Corruption's and Crimson's spread.
But now, all he had to do was enjoy a life of peace and quiet and there was no need to worry of the regular Zombies and Demon eyes of appearing near the town. The townsfolk were happy and he was happy.
He sighed as his mind wandered to the Gods and Adventurers of Orario, sure, if they were sent here instead of him they would have fared better off than him. But it really wouldn't make much of a difference when it came to survival.
Survival skills were far more important here in his opinion, then again he wasn't exactly someone who was an adventurer in Orario, so he might still be wrong. His thoughts wander back to what he experienced in Terraria.
He couldn't count the number of times he was put on the defensive when he fought most things. Especially Calamitas and the Devourer of Gods.
Either way, he should stop thinking about the past and enjoy the present. He was sure the adventurers would've accomplished far more than him if they were in his place anyway. He was essentially a nobody turned hero.
A person with a Falna could and would, fare better here than he ever could. But then his mind wandered to something 'Could adventurers technically wield Auric weaponry without having to do a 'mock' attunement like I did?' Auric ore was after all, seeing if you were worthy of it, and the Gods and Dragons are the only ones that could use it fully, though it seemed the Gods can't actually use it from his experience. It was also deemed heresy for one to have even the slightest amount of it.
He sighed, he was far from adventurer material back in Orario, no God had bothered to give him a Falna, leaving him a worker in a rather unknown restaurant.
"Hey Philip!" Andrew waved over to him, he waved at him, still somewhat confused on how he survived being burned. 'The nurse is a woman of miracles isn't she?' His mind wanders back to the previous thoughts.
'Though one could argue that I currently would be an adventurer in all but name.' He ponders as he greeted the townsfolk and walked back to his house on the hill, overseeing the quaint town he had made. And as he entered, he looked towards the teleporter that led to the vault that he had made to store most of his gear.
The most important ones were always in the storage, a spell the guide had taught him in the first few days of living in Terraria. He quietly looked at it, seeing all essentials in their proper place.
Terraria no longer had beasts capable of destroying the world. And while Draedon was still active, it was only to study Terraria, and since the biodiversity of the jungle had been threatened Draedon had finally pushed the button to end the artificial plague. The world was healing and there was really no point in returning to Orario when he had done so much here.
Granted, he still doesn't have a clue about what to do with Sulphurous sea. But there wasn't much he could do about that in the first place. He laid down on his bed. And let sleep consume him.
He opened his eyes and saw a void, and felt the adrenaline rush back to him.
Nothing in sight and nowhere to go. Just him in the infinitely expanding emptiness. He was here once before, crying for he thought he had died before even having the chance to explore the dungeon.
But before he could have even grasped the situation a purple portal tore through the darkness. Oddly, it reminded him of the Devourer of God's and it's ability to portal to and from the Distortion. As he thought, he noticed the portal start expanding in all directions eventually replacing the void and showing Orario.
The tower of babel and the numerous adventurers coming in and out of it. He then saw it, an entity watching over the city. He couldn't decipher it's face, so foreign and yet it felt so familiar to him at the same time. The best he could describe it was like witnessing something primordial, not unlike Xeroc and the light he had commanded.
And as he looked at it, he blinked. And was greeted by the void once more, and the adrenaline he had suddenly disappear, his energy gone in an instant. Feeling tired, he closed his eyes and let what he would assume the process of bringing him back to Orario.
He groaned as his eyes opened up, only to see himself in an alleyway with nothing to his name once more. All his knowledge on the world reduced to mere myth as he gazed outside of the alleyway. Seeing adventurers and regular people alike walking calmly along the streets.
A sight that he sorely missed yet at the same time, didn't want to see any more. He looked towards his storage noticing all his important items still in it. Making him feel a little better that not everything he did was reduced to nothing.
As he looked towards his storage he noticed the multitudes of dangerous materials in it, namely the Miracle matter and Ashes of calamity. And then his mind wandered to how he could live here, at least until he can find a way back to Terraria.
'Maybe I can delve the dungeon? From what I can remember you didn't need to have Falna to enter, but using any of my stuff is too dangerous.' Frankly, he didn't have much lower tier equipment in his storage. Most weapons in it were also far too dangerous to use in a city as big as this and the few weapons that didn't cause much destruction were still far too dangerous to be used in a city.
He thought about his strength and how much he could put into a regular punch, maybe getting one of the starter equipment from the guild? It might not be as impressive as his weapons but it would still hurt. He shook his head, he was getting of track, he still needed to find a place to hunker down in.
"Alright, lets see." He maneuvered through the streets, hoping to find the guild, then finding a place to stay.
A woman's corpse, laid in the alleyway between two destroyed houses, the squelching sound of flesh apparent. Two men, daggers drawn and subsequently stabbed the corpse again, and again. Leaving enough holes, with the men mangling her face, hoping for no one to recognize her.
"What did she have on her?" One of the men had asked the other, wearing a plain robe over himself. Hoping to conceal his identity to outsiders, same as his accomplice.
"Not much honestly, but she had enough Valis to keep us going." The other man responded, his voice slightly rising the moment he had mentioned Valis. His accomplice smiled, satisfied with the answer, with not a single thought of guilt or remorse.
For what were they supposed to do when they were denied each time they tried to join a Familia? They had been starving for days, their rations being the only reason they had held out this long.
"We should scramble before anyone finds her." The other man spoke out, worry in his voice as he then remembered they were not in the green just yet.
"Yeah, yeah, I know how this whole-" A crack sounded out from behind the men, interrupting their conversation, and as they turned to look, what greeted them was not right.
The woman's corpse cracking as it seemingly tried standing up straight, the cracks sounded far too off to even consider that she was somehow even alive. And for one they didn't break any of her arms bones.
A monster, a monster is what they naturally thought. One outside of the dungeon, for what else is the reason that she stood there seemingly alive? The men screamed, for they weren't even skilled enough to kill a simple goblin and as they tried to run they were met with a wall of flesh, eyes bulging out of the seemingly endless tissue as it towered over them. They turned around only to see the woman wrapped in tendrils, dragging her into the tissue that had suddenly appeared laid behind her.
The men, shocked and appalled at the sight of the wall, couldn't think properly the last opening out of the small alleyway
And as it dragged her into it, eyes bulged out once more all of them individually looking at them. Almost like a hivemind, and multitudes of mouth begin to form, a sound akin to belching is heard as it spewed tendrils outside of their own mouths.
The men, having seen the wall of flesh closing in on them, they thought one thing. A thought that the Terrarian had also thought at the time, "There is no escape."
And as the walls slowly close in, the men dropped to the floor and screamed one final time, only to be silenced. Never to be heard or remembered again.
And as the wall had added them to it's mass, did it start to shrink, shrinking to the size of a human. It's mass seemingly disappearing as if it never existed. The flesh converges, the multitudes of eyes and mouths start disappearing only to be replaced by skin that resembled a human's. The amount of eyes reduced to two, the mouths, to one.
And as quickly as the transformation began, it ended just as fast, leaving only a short woman with a hair as crimson as blood, scars adorning her body whilst her pupils red. She wakes up, only to remember nothing.
As she gazed into the sky, she noticed several lights, before all of them rushed to her body to enter, almost like a seal for them. Naturally, she felt weird and confused, wondering what even happened in the first place. Memories disjointed as she saw a burning landscape of ash and lava and a person wearing some sort of armor, only for her other memories to have the regular memories she already had.
The woman clutched her head and one thing rang through her head. Wasn't she supposed to be dead?
She arose from her bed, blinking with her one good eye as she scratched her long red hair. She looked over towards her armor, Red, White and a design that somewhat resembled veins, her shield and flail placed on the table. She didn't quite get why most adventurers like her didn't wear any armor.
'Then again it's my opinion, who am I to judge?' She stretched.
Standing up, she decided to freshen up and get ready for her trip to the dungeon with her Familia. A few moments later she emerged from the bathroom, changing into her armor and tying her hair into a ponytail, only to gaze at her scarred eye.
She put on her eye patch, deciding to smile to the mirror, only to see sharp teeth that seemed unnatural to most people, but for her? She was simply born with it. She walked to the door, getting ready to explore the dungeon.
As she headed out, a small headache appeared and as she clutched her head in pain, another vision of a place no, many visions appeared. Seeming to have different places in all of them, it felt as thought she was watching through multiple eyes in the sky.
As she tried to make sense of it, the headache had vanished and with it, the visions shortly after. It happened a few times here and there in the past, and she couldn't find out what they were supposed to be. She shook her head, going downstairs to eat with the others.
A man with unnaturally blue hair and eyes, hurled into a trash bin in an alleyway, a long brown hood draped over his body, a small ring on his finger with a red jewel embedded in the middle. Underneath the robe hid the rather lightly armored equipment he wore under the hood, a scimitar on his hip with a small, almost tiny crown attached to his belt, unused.
"That's the last time I'm drinking that wine." He voiced out his inner thoughts, to the trash can, seeming acquainted to it. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief he had pulled out from his pocket.
'Better get going or else she would start looking for me.' He thought as he moved back into the streets of Orario, preparing for another day of exploring the dungeon. Hoping that he wouldn't get reprimanded for being late again.
A/N: I made this for fun, not much actual thought put into it since I just thought it'd be cool and it works well with the Calamity mod in particular. Might remake this chpater if I want to make this into something better. Also, feel free to criticise.