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Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.
Cam and Sable in Terraria
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greatestgift
When she spots him, she picks up speed.
Her wings turn out to be made of what looks like gnarled black branches adorned with glittering silvery cobwebs. They shouldn't be able to hold her aloft at all, but she is clearly flapping them to maneuver. She is wearing what looks like a suit of old-fashioned plate mail painted black and silver to match her wings, but instead of a helmet she has a black-and-silver tiara that inexplicably stays perched on her head despite her speed. In one hand she carries a long grey staff capped with a purple triangle.
"Hey! You!" she yells, the moment she's within something approximating earshot. "You have a soul! What's up with that?"
Her wings turn out to be made of what looks like gnarled black branches adorned with glittering silvery cobwebs. They shouldn't be able to hold her aloft at all, but she is clearly flapping them to maneuver. She is wearing what looks like a suit of old-fashioned plate mail painted black and silver to match her wings, but instead of a helmet she has a black-and-silver tiara that inexplicably stays perched on her head despite her speed. In one hand she carries a long grey staff capped with a purple triangle.
"Hey! You!" she yells, the moment she's within something approximating earshot. "You have a soul! What's up with that?"
from_scratch
"It's - it's my original model! I swear!" says Cam. "What the fuck is up with this place?"
greatestgift
"Welcome to Terraria!"
She stops within non-shouty conversational distance and hovers, making creaky wooden noises with each slow wingbeat.
"It's fucked up! Where'd you come from? What are those wings? They're not local-made; did you come with them?"
She stops within non-shouty conversational distance and hovers, making creaky wooden noises with each slow wingbeat.
"It's fucked up! Where'd you come from? What are those wings? They're not local-made; did you come with them?"
from_scratch
"I've had them for a hundred and fifty years. How in the name of inconjurable antimatter do yours work? Are you hiding a fairy in your pocket?"
greatestgift
"These are local-made. Magic," she says. "Not the magic I grew up with, and not whatever magic let you live for a hundred and fifty years either, I bet. Local wings just work no matter how silly they look."
A blue feather fires at her from off to the side. She ducks to avoid it, then brings up her staff and fires back, a beam of bright purple light that causes the angel-thing to explode violently and messily in midair. At no point does she actually look in the direction the feather came from, but her dodge is successful and her aim is perfect.
A blue feather fires at her from off to the side. She ducks to avoid it, then brings up her staff and fires back, a beam of bright purple light that causes the angel-thing to explode violently and messily in midair. At no point does she actually look in the direction the feather came from, but her dodge is successful and her aim is perfect.
from_scratch
"...So those are in fact not angels, then, angels not having exploding in their repertoire? What are they, and how did you come by your cinematic aiming skills?"
greatestgift
"They're called 'harpies', and they're a kind of local monster. They appear and try to kill you if you fly above a certain altitude."
from_scratch
"So weighing them to the ground is not necessary nonlethality for reasons of tactics or mercy?"
from_scratch
"I'm a demon. If, as I begin to suspect, this was not obvious. Demons make things. I took the harpies for angels, which would be indestructible and also people, so when they came after me I made large blocks of solid gold around their feet to pull them to the ground, rather than exploding them. Should I just explode them?"
greatestgift
"They're not indestructible and they're not people. You can just explode them. ...How long have you been here?"
greatestgift
"Oh. No wonder you don't know anything," she says, nodding to herself.
greatestgift
"Sorry, no. But I can try to explain what I know. Can we land first, though? Harpies are annoying. Where's your guide? You have a guide, right?"
from_scratch
"Would that be the fellow who knows two sentences and tried to give me a bag?"
greatestgift
"He repeats himself a lot, but he does know more than two sentences if you give him time to get around to them," she says. "You should probably wall him into a house before dark; I know they're not really people, but I still feel bad if they die."
Another harpy appears, and this time doesn't even get a chance to fire off a shot before the girl explodes it.
Another harpy appears, and this time doesn't even get a chance to fire off a shot before the girl explodes it.
greatestgift
The wood-winged girl follows. She explodes one more harpy on the way, and amid the shower of gore, several silver and copper coins rain onto Cam. "Sorry!" she calls. "The blood and stuff vanishes after a few minutes."
greatestgift
The girl does nothing obvious to the trees in the guide's immediate vicinity. They collapse in showers of numerous small wooden cubes and rarer, similarly sized acorns. She goes around sweeping up the cubes and acorns out of the grass.
greatestgift
"Oh," says the girl. "Sorry. That's what happens when you cut down trees in Terraria. I'm used to it by now."
The wooden cubes merge when they touch one another, but the resulting cube is always the same size as either of its individual components. Sable collects them up into a single consolidated cube.
The wooden cubes merge when they touch one another, but the resulting cube is always the same size as either of its individual components. Sable collects them up into a single consolidated cube.
from_scratch
"You didn't cut them!" Cam accuses. "What's the deal with the cubes? What did you have against those trees in the first place?"