Contents.Lore Items Lore Items are items with a piece of lore written into them, and are dropped by their respective boss on their first kill. The descriptions of these items are insights and commentary on both locations the player has been to and bosses the player has slain.
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In addition, most of the lore items dropped by bosses provide the player with buffs and nerfs depending on the item.link Click here to reveal this content. When the refused to partake in the forbidden ritual to awaken the from his slumber and imprisonment on the moon, the Jungle Tyrant King, Yharim, had the witch evaporate all of the sea's water with fire and brimstone. This event caused the great sea worm, now known as the, to go on a rampage. Deprived of its previous food source, and meat, it devoured all of the inhabitants of the now dried up sea kingdom. Now the sea worm has dried out and become a hollow shell of its former self, constantly seeking fresh meat for it to devour. Calamitas' legendary ocean incineration killed off countless creatures, boiling them alive or leaving them for dead in an inhospitable environment. The large but docile crabs that once roamed the ocean floor sought refuge underground; instinct guided them to the dank caves most resembling their former habitat.but it was simply not enough.
The crabs perished in fields of luminescent mushrooms, their corpses becoming host to innumerable fungi. Only the barest scraps of meat remain in their parasite-ridden husks, compelled to move and feed even in death. The Slime God, one of the very first creatures to ever come to exist in the Terrarian's world, is the core and control unit of all things slimy. Slimes are some of the first creatures to evolve from the very first living cells present from ancient times, and even though they do not possess sentience themselves their 'core' is what gives them shape and allows them to move about the world. The slime god was born after a bacteria evolved and began consuming other bacteria around it. Eventually, after gaining enough cellular mass it began absorbing larger flora and fauna, gaining intelligence from each creature it enveloped. It became large enough to begin influencing other beings around it through telekinesis.
Through telekinetic energy the slime god shapes it's slimes from water and various dead plant and animal matter, it then wills them to consume more dead matter to continue growing the slime population. Through this process the slime god has formed the Crimulan and Ebonian Slime Gods to defend itself from any possible threats. Yharim's prison for the archmage of the ice castle, Cryogen. It is a representation of Yharim's bitter hatred for the master of ice. When Yharim was young he ventured from the jungle temple to the ancient tundra where Permafrost resided. Yharim asked to learn from him in order to 'peacefully' calm the denizens of the underworld. But the archmage saw through his ruse and viewed only bitter contempt within Yharim's heart and the fiery urge to annihilate the underworld obsidian towers and their inhabitants.
When the archmage refused, Yharim prepared to take his leave. However, the archmage had not realized that Yharim had a contingency plan in place; around his dwelling a massive trap had been set. A magic circle of runes set to trap the power of whatever was caught inside. Permafrost suspected nothing, until the moment the runes activated, causing his castle to collapse inwards, trapping his body in a radial structure between dimensions.
Cryogen is what remains, a mindless frozen structure contained by Yharim due to its uncontrollable nature and powerful magic. As the world took shape long ago, the planet's will adopted a physical form - born from the elements as they formed, becoming five as they distinguished themselves from one another.
When the first of humanity discovered these creatures, they were awed by their beauty and magic. The humans worshiped the Elementals - their faith and love empowering them into nigh-goddesses. They enjoyed their newfound strength and followers for thousands of years.but as humans grew aware of and understood the world around them, they also grew disillusioned with their idols. Their religions and power dwindled over the course of centuries; the gift of magic was taken and harnessed by humans, further undermining the Elementals.The sprite born of the Underworld's flames was the first and the strongest of the five 'sisters' - the last to retain her following while the others quietly returned to the aspects of the world that gave rise to them.
It wasn't meant to last; a human entered the Underworld one day, abyssal flames burning in her wake as she wielded catastrophic magic that put all of Hell itself to shame. Dispatched under the Jungle Tyrant's command, laid waste to the civilization at the core of the planet and reduced it to smoldering rubble in a single night. What had once been the capital of the Underworld was left a whose unholy energy cursed all who set foot upon it.That Elemental was no match for Calamitas. Barely clinging to life after the witch tired of her massacre and vanished, what had once been a goddess in all but name was reduced to a mere beast fighting for survival within the twisted ruins of the capital - kept alive by little more than her natural affinity with the chaotic magic that lingered within the crags. Her few remaining followers lost in a human's seemingly pointless slaughter, the Brimstone Elemental swore that humanity would be her enemy until the end of time; any attempt to doubtless a mockery for which she would use all her power to kill the perpetrator, no matter how pitiable a shadow she was of her former self. Absolute mastery over the forces of darkness.
Enough magical power to reduce whole oceans to barren deserts. The bane of the Underworld.
It was with great reason that such a powerful witch, whose very title became synonymous with the disaster she heralded, was considered the prized jewel of Yharim's world-conquering forces. If she were to rebel, she would slaughter anything Yharim threw at her unless he himself confronted her - and even then, the outcome was questionable.
He needed insurance in the form of an unwaveringly loyal countermeasure.The many attempts to clone Yharon were a colossal failure, but the knowledge gleaned from them became immensely valuable. Personally overseen by the Jungle Tyrant, another project was silently initiated to produce clones of Calamitas. Physical shells were molded and artificial souls filled them, derived from past experiments and Calamitas’ own brand of necromancy. The resulting child of science and dark magic would inevitably be weaker than the original, but that too would be beneficial in its own right.However, even with the utmost secrecy enforced by Yharim’s efforts, they underestimated the capabilities of the witch. When the project’s lead necromancer was lost in a disaster gathering souls from the depths of hell, Calamitas took an interest in the skilled mage’s demise and personally dredged his soul from the void of death.
Although his thoughts were reduced to mad gibberish, she tore enough knowledge from his fragmented mind to confirm her growing suspicions of Yharim.The tyrant’s fear was realized; she betrayed him. Loosed into the Temple by Calamitas, the reactivated Golem’s trail of chaos swept through their hidden laboratory and breached the developing clone’s containment. Yharim’s forces swiftly destroyed the rampaging machine, but the damage was done. The clone created as a contingency against Calamitas’ betrayal had escaped - freed after inciting that very betrayal.
That replica aimlessly roams the night with no will and no purpose, knowing nothing but to act and fight exactly as it was designed to from birth. The beast we call the Leviathan has not always been the behemoth we know it as now. Once an armored angler of unknown origins, she spent much of her juvenile life in the depths of the oceans, preying upon any unfortunate enough to stray into her territory.
It was clear, however, that she was no simple fish. Constantly surrounded by an entourage of waiting males, the Leviathan was likely an alpha female, and perhaps the very last of her kind.
Any attempts by researchers to delve deeper into her habits however, had proven risky and were thus hardly undertaken, as there was little to be gained from such an expedition. And so, she lived a wanton life, devouring to her heart’s content, finding little to oppose her. However, there would come a day when eventually, a creature would escape her steely jaws.
Like a lantern in a deep night, a distant light flitted through the darkness. However foolish it was to draw attention to oneself in that ebony pit, it seemed that the creature was ignorant of dangers, or foolishly confident. Lying in patient wait, the Leviathan hungrily eyed the dancing light.
And her chance soon came. With a roar and a surge of water, which likely raised turbulence even on the surface above, she charged with her jaws agape to swallow the creature whole, and yet In the settling debris thrown up from her attack, the light flickered in the darkness, clearly shocked, but only for a second, as it soon departed, having learned of the dangers of the deep. The Leviathan herself lay stunned, for none had escaped so frivolously from her maw before.However, decades passed, and this singular incident soon faded from the Leviathan’s memory.
She continued to feast and grow, becoming larger and larger, until at one point, it became clear that her bulk would no longer allow to hunt as efficiently as she had done before. In a cruel twist, the once terror of the deep became immobile, and began to starve, no longer having the ability to sustain her massive physical form. She came to a rest upon the muddy seabed, hardly able to rise from her position. Had anyone come across her at that point, they might’ve mistaken her gargantuan form resting upon the sea bed as a geological structure, so encrusted in barnacles and other ocean flotsam from age was she. And as the Leviathan began to close its eyes perhaps for the final time, in its dimming vision, it saw a dancing light. The light flitted through the obsidian waters, like a lantern in a deep night.
And the memory from all those years resurfaced. Angry and desperate, the Leviathan somehow found the energy to pull its massive form from the seabed, straining, roaring weakly, to- in its final moments- vanquish the one creature which might have reason or cause to look down on the proud, yet crippled predator. And crippled she was. Unable to keep going, she collapsed once more to the sea bed in a massive cloud of silt.In these moments, the light came closer, wary, yet still innocently curious. The Leviathan’s massive eye shifted while it lay on the bottom, watching the light. It turned out to be a vaguely female humanoid, though not different from a typical fish in its lower body. It gave a start at noticing that it was watched, and waved a hand in greeting.
Of course, this meant nothing to the Leviathan, who rolled her eye back, and closed her eyelids. She would now rather be left to die in peace. Yet after a period of time, unmeasured from the Leviathan’s perspective as she had long since lost track of such trivial things, she felt something brushing her scarred snout. Once again opening her eyes, she saw the creature which had visited her before.
From her arms, a massive trawler’s net trailed behind her, filled with fish and attached to drowned fishermen, who had likely once called that net their own. The creature smiled upon seeing that the Leviathan had noticed her. She swam into the Leviathan’s slack jaws, fearless of her situation, and began to empty the net. However, even as the Leviathan gradually regained her former strength, she lay still, allowing the creature to roam unimpeded around her.
It was now clear that this creature had shown nothing but good intent to her. It had an interest in the Leviathan. So when the creature began to beckon for the Leviathan to move once more, to follow her to the surface, it took only a moment of hesitation for the Leviathan to ascend, going slowly to acclimatize to the change in pressure.Nearer to the surface, though no beasts of the size she used to devour lived there, she found an abundance of food. The Siren, for that was what the creature was, lured unsuspecting sailors to the Leviathan’s position, acting as a lure in exchange of the company and safety of the massive beast. The Siren's voice was both melodious and alluring, and her ability to cloud the skies and obstruct vision created a fantastical illusion in which entire fleets of boats would disappear, never to be seen again.
Under the Siren's care and companionship, the Leviathan eventually regained her strength. The ancient beast would spawn legends aplenty, of unknown noises in the mists, and colossal shapes moving on the horizon. However, for the most part, the Leviathan lay dormant in shallow waters, resting, in order to conserve her strength. This was her lifestyle now, and while it may not have suited the former terror of the deep, it did not mean she was a pacified beast. If any were to disturb its slumber, or fall for the Siren’s illusions, she would awaken with her former grandeur, to devour the one who had strayed too far from the shore. The mysterious creature that had found and aided the old Leviathan had a long and troubled story of her own.She was born into floating city built by a civilization that worshipped a living siren goddess. Only the high caste sirens hand-picked by the goddess were allowed to reproduce, and their children were given to the other sirens to foster.
One particularly weak newborn was handed over to a troublesome siren who lived on the fringes of the city. The city's cruel laws often led to long periods of exile as punishment for insubordination or other troubles, and the elites believed raising a child could help reform this siren's spirit.The outcast siren accepted the feeble child and gave her the name Nahlyn. Growing up outside of the city's norms, Nahlyn experienced a very unusual childhood compared to a typical siren. After learning of the twisted law of her species and the experiences her own parent, Nahlyn grew to despise the group, beginning to consider it a 'cult'. The elite of the city determined that Nahlyn's upbringing and her attitude were unacceptable; Nahlyn was only fourteen when she returned home to find two zealots standing over the crumpled corpse of her mother. They bound her and brought her back to the city for cult indoctrination, gagging her when she screamed and rebelled. Nahlyn spent the next several years serving the siren cult, feigning obedience and climbing the ranks in the hopes that one day she could escape her waking nightmare.
She would prepare for years, to grasp her chance.That chance would soon come, disguised as a catastrophe. The city was prone to the whims of the ocean currents, and one day, drifted near the mouth of a massive abyss. Knowing full well the dangers of the deep, the worshippers immediately took action, closing off many of their open streets, and propelling their home further from the mouth of the cave. However, it was too late. Rising from the darkness, a massive beast- a true leviathan- roared in displeasure.
It would take all they had to even escape alive from its jaws. Nahlyn would take advantage of this. Earlier that day, she had been entrusted with guard duty in the inner temple by the elites who had assumed her indoctrination was successful. It had been her chance to steal a powerful weapon and make an escape. This was made only easier by the Leviathan’s rage. As massive tremors rumbled through the halls, most of the surrounding guards barked orders in confusion, and many left to help defend the walls.
In seconds, she had been left alone in her area to guard the inner sanctum. Only those who were in possession of the two key parts to the sacred weapon were left behind, panicked, and hopelessly frightened.
Nahlyn, however, had nothing to lose compared to those who had lived decadent and opulent lifestyles within the temple complex. In a flash, she had slammed her spear into the back of one’s helmet, knocking them unconscious, and, turning the corner, buried it into the gut of other, pinning them to the stone.
Still gritting her teeth in determination, she tore the key pieces from their necks, even as the rubble tumbled from the ceiling above, hurriedly assembled them, opening the door to the mythical trident, Atlantis.Without hesitation, she grasped the weapon in her hands, snapping it from its pedestal. A surge of power flowed through her, as she felt the Siren’s powerful affinity with water coursing through her body. She heard shouts from outside. Another guard, probably having also abandoned their post, rushed inside. Without hesitation, she spun the trident so its prongs pointed towards the unfortunate guard. The pressure surrounding her dropped with a lurch, and the sound of shrieking metal mixed with screams filled the air, as the guard’s armor collapsed in on itself. Turning her back on the bloody scene, she willed the water within the chamber to burst the temple walls like an eggshell.
Finally, she was free. Amidst the chaos of the city, as the Leviathan tore through its wall’s, and the sudden realization that they had been betrayed, Nahlyn shot upwards, aiming to reach the sun of the world above, and the freedom it represented to her. Later on, she would have time to stop, and remembering the creature who had allowed her escape, she vowed that if ever the Leviathan would need aid, she would assist it in any way she could. When the Astral virus first appeared in Terraria to warp the landscape around it, the site became a phenomenon of interest to Yharim himself.
What destructive power, what force of chaos, could have made such drastic changes in a phage that it could assimilate nearly any material into something similar to its own molecular structure? Commissioning Draedon to research the pathogen, Yharim had him look for a method to take advantage of the virus’ virtually alchemic traits, to see if they could be harnessed to serve his needs. Of course, Draedon’s first step was to collect samples.
To accomplish this objective, he decided to once more construct an automaton to do his bidding. Although his assistants were at his disposal, he decided against it, as the environment would clearly not be suitable for humans. However, his blunder was in underestimating the enslaving factor of the Astral virus. Even the circuit boards and metal of the great machine he had built to lumber across the infected landscape and bring back subjects, succumbed to the enslaving will of the pathogen.
However, this was by no means a disappointment to Draedon. To him, this was a sign of great promise, showing that the extent of the virus’ power was not limited to organic beings. Finding no need for the great machine any longer, Draedon abandoned it. Now, it stays dormant in the Astral Biomes, only awaking to protect these infections from outside threats. The Jungle Tyrant conducted a great number of projects and experiments during his rule. It was during one such experiment that Yharim and his researchers unwittingly created a terrible yet powerful weapon - capable of spreading to virtually any organic material that rotted the host from the inside out, sustaining the victim's life as they suffered to enable their proliferation. Yharim swiftly declared the results too dangerous for use and locked the bio-tech virus away under high security.
However, one of Yharim's head scientists recovered the nanomachines from storage and silently added them to another of Yharim's projects as it was prepared for field use.Armed with a slew of advanced weaponry and filled with a sadistic disease, mechanized Queen Bees poisoned their hives as they were stationed throughout the Jungle. Their contracted the plague and proceeded to spread it further still, cascading through the ecosystem in the blink of an eye.
The outbreak was uncontrollable, the nanomachines impossible to purge from the cyborg insects without destroying them entirely. As the Jungle around him wasted away in agony, the tyrant king turned his eye to the devastating might of his living weapons. The mechanical abominations became known and feared as the - capable of razing a thriving city to the ground with ordnance as easily as they could transform it into an apocalyptic wasteland.
Though not the most powerful of Yharim's forces, the Plaguebringers promised their victims a gruesome, painful, and extremely slow demise. As the Jungle Tyrant's forces conquered the land, those who stood in his path used anything and everything they could to defeat or delay his endless onslaught. The strife of war pushes humans to the limit of their being, drawing both virtue and depravity to the surface in the darkest moments. Driven by desperation, it was in one such last stand that the honor of the dead was defiled; innumerable corpses of those already slain in battle were reanimated as a single misshapen abomination.It was not resurrection, but allowing that which had fallen still to move once more. Its body was an unbreakable rampart of bone still blazing with an inferno of black magic, and its weaponry sufficient to equip an army. Its mind lacked the capacity for any thought beyond slaughtering all in its sight - but that was all its creators desired in their darkest moment.After their final gambit killed the men that had cornered them, the flesh Golem's makers were butchered in short order. With the regenerative durability of a living fortress and destructive power capable of waging a war all on its own, the Ravager was never captured or defeated.
It continues to roam the land long after the disappearance of the Tyrant it was meant to combat, mindlessly following the one order built into it until the day it is destroyed. Since ancient times, humans have looked to the skies with admiration and wonder; countless religions place their gods and their heavens amongst the skies. The sun was their god of warmth and life, banishing the darkness and offering hope. The moon was an idol amidst the night - a symbol of light, yet a beguiling one that beckoned with madness.The stars, they once said, were no single gods. The wondrous stream of stars that stretched across the sky on cloudless nights - the source of those lights was a divine serpent of incomprehensible proportions.
Its very nature was unimaginable, to the point that its presence in their reality could only be glimpsed through the countless stars its body birthed. As the collective faith of humanity gathered, it gave rise to the manifestation of their belief: a true god of the stars, soaring through the cosmos.But even gods could be laid low. Conquering the land countless years after the god of the star's legend was born, the Jungle Tyrant looked to the skies and saw yet another realm to dominate - beginning by striking down Astrum Deus with his own Devourer of Gods.
Empowered by those it had already consumed, the Devourer tore open the larger divine serpent’s gut and burrowed in, feasting on its body and killing it from the inside out before crushing its husk to pieces between its coils and scattering the remains to the cold void of space.In ancient times, it was said that the god of the stars would descend upon the planet in its last days. Its body would infuse the earth with astral power and transform lesser lifeforms into its guardians. The power lingering in its corpse attracted worms to itself, empowering them so that they may grow - and Astrum Deus may one day return to the cosmos. Even when torn asunder, the god's corpse held power; just as the legend that gave rise to it claimed, those fragments of its body would one day fall to the planet and choose a successor to the god of the stars.
The Profaned Guardians, born of the profaned flame that is never allowed to be extinguished, are the eternal servants of their god,. They are the physical manifestations of the souls of deceased worshipers that were promised eternal life in exchange for their protective services; they are undying, and will reform some time after their demise from the core of Providence herself. They guard to the death both Providence and her artifacts, which were used as mediums to communicate between Providence and the flora and fauna of Terraria before Yharim appeared. When the tyrant began spreading his influence across the land the guardians fought to repel him. What started off as a perceived victory for the guardians was soon followed by the unleashing of the tyrant's trusted.
The guardians were destroyed, and retreated back to their god to be reformed once more. Years later the Terrarian manages to piece together, awakening the guardians once again. The Bumblebirb , created by Yharim in a failed experiment to engineer an army of lesser clones, was released into the Terraria Jungle to wander aimlessly and attack those strong enough to pose a threat to Yharim himself. They have the uncanny ability to replicate/reproduce with themselves in order to mass-produce more tiny Bumblebirbs that will eventually grow into larger birbs.
The only thing preventing the birbs from overpopulating the entire Jungle is their engineered 'hormonal reproduction limit' protocol. This protocol shuts down the birb's sexual hormones when there are a large amount of other birbs present near them, preventing the birbs from reproducing with themselves further. Fire has no desires to speak of, nor does it have pains to lament. It has but a purpose: to burn is its meaning, to turn to ash is its resolve.
Such is Providence, a being of alleviating light, and corrupting twilight. Born from a colossal impact of dark and light magic, during the ancient conflicts between angels and devils, her creation was of holy and demonic origins, and her presence embodied that concept in its denial of both.
An indifferent crystal, formed in the heat and power of the mana. Within, a conscious spark took a mind of its own. In the midst of the torrent of magic, Providence felt the good, and the evil: the utmost desires of the world, for ill-intent and to live. It was disgusted. Held in limbo between both forces, it began to take a form of its own; from the land itself, a shell of stone, and from the blaze of battle, her wings.
Anything her flames swept across was cleansed, purified, and reduced to an impartial ash. In life and death, there is vice, there is virtue.
In purity, where nothing lives and nothing dies, neither sin exists. That is her objective. A world cleansed of desire.However, in the and mad search to consume her, such deeds are risky, and the scouring of a world is not an action which would escape its knowledge. Thus, Providence basks in the center of the sun, where she remains dormant, gathering power from the energy of the nuclear fusion. It is there that she waits, patient and dispassionate, to one day be able to descend upon the earth, consuming all in a purifying flame. Nothing would be able to withstand the heat of the Goddess, tempered by the sun, and fueled by a singular purpose. She would leave nothing but an uncanny, sinless world behind.
However, if you were able to grasp, a substantial core of her power, it would surely incite her wrath. She would descend unto the land prematurely, not having gathered enough energy, nor with her relic properly harnessed, leaving her weak. Her aim would be to reclaim her artifact, and annihilate the culprit.
However, with proper exploitation of the method described, a skilled enough opponent could potentially destroy her in battle, to avert the fate of the world. Over the course of Yharim's conquest over the world, countless people perished - whether killed by his forces, imprisoned and fed alive to his monsters, or struck down by Yharim himself. Few died peacefully, and many cursed the Jungle Tyrant's name with their last breath. Some found peace in their afterlife; others lingered in the physical realm as phantoms, their hatred and anguish immutable even by death.The Dungeon served as Yharim's prison during his rule - and for the less fortunate, his torture and execution chambers. Attracted to the bloody reek of pain and death, the restless spirits flocked to the Dungeon in droves, possessing the corpses of the deceased and animating armors and weapons.
Though easily dispatched at first, their numbers grew and grew - seemingly without end as the death toll of Yharim’s reign continued to rise. Deeming the Dungeon a waste of his men and resources, he withdrew them and left the dead to rot.As spirits clinging to reality through little more than hatred, they held no loyalty to their fellow dead. Many swiftly turned on each other - souls devouring souls in an instinctual bid for power. As lesser souls grew swift and elusive, the first souls to feed continued to fight and consume one another until a legion took form, lacking even the concept of predator and prey. Hatred for the one that first slew them and a desire for more that could never be satisfied; reduced from countless living men to a mindless beast, nothing else drove the amalgamation now.Scraping fragments of metal into patchwork armor and animating broken chains with its essence to better hunt its lesser brethren, the Polterghast roams the depths of the Dungeon away from prying eyes. It continues to feed and fester in the darkness until it feels the power of the object of its collective hatred once more.or until it detects one whose power has begun approaching the point of indistinguishability.
The Devourer of Gods, originally known as a mere myth in Terrarian legends, is a monstrous cybernetic serpent from the depths of an eldritch-conceived pocket dimension. Its home is devoid of all lifeforms, with an endless blanket of hazy purple mist extending as far as the eye can see. This was not always the Devourer's home, as it used to tunnel through the earth in the Terrarian's world, eating and crushing all that dared to stand in its way.
However, as the Devourer's food sources became more adept at avoiding its attack patterns, it began to starve, leading it to use the power of those it devoured to tear a hole in the dimensions. This is now where the Devourer hides, awaiting for some foolish challenger, be it god or otherwise, to awaken it from its slumber. The Devourer will occasionally launch 'sneak attacks' by tearing through the dimensions and eviscerating unsuspecting victims to feed its ever-growing segments.The Devourer came to be after Lord Yharim discovered that a giant sentient vibrant purple worm creature had killed and eaten a platoon of his best soldiers. Yharim originally wanted to kill the creature for revenge, but instead he found a better purpose for the beast.
Yharim made a deal with the Devourer, as long as the Devourer would serve him until death he would feed the Devourer the most powerful entities he could capture. The Devourer agreed, and soon after Yharim captured his two most hated traitors, Braelor and Statis. Yharim threw them inside the pocket dimension without any way to defend themselves. Yharim watched and waited until he could hear the screams of the two demi-gods as they were crunched and torn to bloody pieces by his newfound pet. Afterwards Yharim rewarded the Devourer further by armoring him with reinforced spiked steel shells, specifically designed to resist piercing and explosive attacks.
Yharim grew up with no one besides his monstrous cohorts to keep him company after the passing of (nearly) his entire family.with the exception of his loyal dragon guardian, Yharon. Long ago, a powerful ranger found within the depths of the Jungle Temple. She gifted the egg to her son, Yharim, to raise as a companion while she was away on her missions. Before the egg hatched it was tossed into the underworld lava, along with Yharim's entire family due to the arrogance and despicable nature of the elder brother. However, the heat of the lava only caused the young dragon to mature more quickly. Soon, it hatched into a furious beast, and was able to save Yharim from his demise, though the same could not be said for the rest of his family.
Badly burned and filled with hatred and contempt, Yharim slowly crawled onto the back of his faithful companion. The dragon comforted him as best it could before Yharim commanded that they return to the temple, a new power and order was about to rise. From there the dragon aided Yharim in annihilating the corrupt leaders of the jungle and putting the power in the hands of someone with a broken heart and many scars. The dragon was more than just a mere friend to the tyrant, the warmth and light from the dragon's soul often comforted the tyrant king in times of great depression.
Without his pet, the tyrant would've been dead long ago. Calamitas' true name is unknown. She was born in a mountainous region to a family of extremely skilled mages whose destructive powers rivaled those of demigods. They taught her how to master the vehement and volatile natures of dark magic, without giving in to the negative emotions that these powers can inflict upon the wielder.
'The dark is within all of us, but when gazing into darkness the darkness also gazes into you,' her father told her, quoting a famous philosopher. However, one morning, after a particularly heated clash with a rivaling faction, Calamitas woke up to find her parents and siblings dead, hung on crucifixes by an angry mob. Filled with hatred and rage, Calamitas forgot what her parents had taught her, and brought devastation upon the mob, burning them with hellfire and teleporting them to the underworld to be tortured for eternity. Calamitas, defeated and sobbing, retreated to her now-vacant cave carved out in the mountainside, taking to practicing the magic of necromancy in order to revive her parents and 2 brothers.After her success in bringing back her siblings she heard an ethereal and almost-mesmerizing voice telling her to seek refuge in the Jungle.
Following this, Calamitas wandered toward the Jungle, entranced by some unknown force. She found her way into the Jungle Temple, where Yharim, the man who had spoken to her, resided.
He had felt her mastery over the arcane due to her immense and manic outburst of destructive power. He eventually recruited her into his army after several long and persuasive talks over what truly matters in their world.
When Amidias refused to help Yharim in a ritual, to awaken a slumbering god, Yharim had Calamitas incinerate the oceans as her first mission, thus causing the Desert Scourge to go on a rampage.But, somewhere deep down in her psyche, the good in Calamitas still existed. Weeks passed, each day she argued more and more with herself over what was necessary to achieve a goal, and ultimately began distrusting Yharim. One day, Calamitas met with Yharim and attempted to convince him that his logic is flawed.
Yharim heard none of it, and sent her immediately out of his throne room. That very same day, Calamitas betrayed Yharim by unleashing the ancient Golem using one of the ancient Power Cells. The Golem rampaged through the temple, distracting Yharim and his soldiers. Calamitas used this time to sneak up to Yharim's throne and procured a few documents containing some helpful information on Yharim's most valiant opponents, Braelor and Statis.When Yharim and his men obliterated the Golem he cursed Calamitas for her betrayal. Due to her being a fair distance away the curse had a lessened impact on her, but it still managed to worm its way into her mind.
Over time the curse slowly drove her mad, and ultimately she ended up returning to Yharim's side after the deaths of Braelor and Statis. Yharim has since removed the curse in exchange for her infallible servitude and unimaginable cruelty towards his opponents.Biome Lore Lore about the custom that the Calamity Mod introduces, detailing their history and creation.
These entries can also be found on the. The Astral infection hails from the depths of space, carried on the remains of corroded and broken planets. How those planets were destroyed remains a mystery, yet traces of dark matter tell tale of a chaotic force.
Upon being shattered, fragments are scattered across the galaxy and collide with other celestial bodies. Wherever those meteors land, the surrounding ecosystems become modified, slowly twisting and warping to the infections will. This is all brought about by a single species of pathogen, carried by the meteor, and reformed by chaos to serve a new purpose. Gigantic monoliths of dark stone begin to rise from the ground. The trees rot away, replaced with pillar-like growths serving as further breeding grounds for the virus. Organic creatures are swiftly transformed beyond recognition as the microbe enters them and multiplies through their bodies, twisting them into self-mockeries that live and die to protect and spread the infection.
The pillars exhale a thick violet haze that blankets the mutated land and permeates the system of any living being that wanders near, warping vision and stinging exposed flesh.The virus’ control does not stop at the planet and its residents. If any entity is powerful enough to consume these infected planets, then they too are prey for the infection. Their entire astronomical body becomes a breeding ground for its new parasites. The original host may continue to travel the cosmos - but their purpose of existence is reduced to spreading the virus across the universe as yet another vector of the disease. All across the cosmos, brought about by the phage, these areas of infection are not uncommon.
Many worlds have fallen to the virus, and grow dark, as the virus devours the planet to its core. As it continues to spread, it overrules any semblance to natural order. The weak become strong, the hunters the hunted. But in the end, the final result is a world turned into a nightmare for all, ruled by fear. Smoking slag, crackling flames, and charred stone are all that remain of the underworld’s once-grand civilization. Centuries ago, primitive societies found their way to these scorching caverns and discovered power in the form of an eternal red flame.
They grew to worship the flame and its otherworldly might - and over the course of generations, founded a mighty empire of magic as they learned to harness the red flame for themselves.Their hierarchy of privilege and magical prowess fostered great conflict. Those in power hoarded power, restricting the lower classes’ knowledge and suppressing research that threatened them. One clan revolted against the restrictive and greedy ways of the capitol - but like many others in the empire’s history, they were exiled.
The capitol waited for them to return for revenge, when those in power would crush them as an example. However, that day would never come. For those exiled, had come upon a curious revelation. Centuries spent living in the presence of the eternal flame, had led to these mages to develop a natural connection to the brand of magic which utilized brimstone, rather than a forced link, such as the rituals carried out by by the capitol.
Forced to stop relying on the eternal flame, they began to develop their own style of magic, drawing from darker forces. As they built upon their own strength and training, this clan soon grew to be as powerful as those who controlled the eternal flame. Yet, they had long decided against revenge, realizing that such an act would lower them to the level of those in hell.
Decades passed, and generations passed down the gift of brimstone magic, from parent to child. In time, it would be this clan to sire the Witch, Calamitas.The empire of hell grew weak over the course of those long years, splintered by infighting and draconian rule. It was the beginning of a once-grand nation’s collapse - but its final death was at the hands of a conflict long past. An older Calamitas descended to the lands her ancestors called home and initiated a ruthless massacre, butchering the poor and weak on the outskirts first and then working in. Every death was another hateful soul twisted to her cause - every corpse, another revenant at her command - every life taken, another worshipper deprived from the eternal flame at the empire’s heart. These souls were twisted into abominations which to this day, haunt the slag. When no others remained, she corroded the essence of the flame with corrupt magic and flayed its spirit to the bone.
Without joy, Calamitas fulfilled her orders and unknowingly avenged an ancient grudge long since lost to history. All that remained of that once-grand civilization was smoking slag, crackling flames, and charred stone. A festering shore, where waves hiss upon lapping the crumbling stone of the beach.
This is the Sulphur Sea, where the air stings your eyes, and each breath is a labor. Centuries ago, this was an ordinary coast, where the sun glimmered across blue waters, and fish danced in the light. A paradise, yet to Yharim, a simple tool; nothing more than a tomb for disposal of the dead who were of no importance. The beginning of Yharim’s rule was unimaginably harsh, far worse than those who came before him. His first action upon taking the throne was to enforce control upon much of the surrounding kingdoms, cities, and capitals.
He succeeded in it all. Any who resisted further had their people massacred, or captured to serve under inhumane conditions, where they often collapsed, or ended their own lives to escape a worse fate.
Inevitably, the body count rose. This increased further until finally, given no other options to dispose of the bodies, Yharim turned to what is now the Sulphur Sea.At first, it was but a gradual flow of corpses, only those of which could not be contained within the dungeon’s crypts. This continued for quite some time, un.