ᴴᴵᴹ 𝙲𝟺𝙽𝚃𝚂𝚃𝟶𝙿

Pretty little forge! Great preparation for a great challenge! Hope you succeed in completing it ! Prepare a lot of heals with poultices, maybe bring a temporal gear to respawn right away next to it just in case. Good luck to you!

The seasons are not the same everywhere, as you may have noticed in the weather. Some biomes have more rainfall while others have none, and the same goes for the impact of snow. Chances are you'll even get snow later in the winter. If you've run south on the map, you may find yourself in a warmer part of the world, which would explain the lack of snow!

It's magnificent! It's impressive how this game allows to make this kind of beauty, honestly it looks like a titanic work !!! Big respect to you and can't wait to see the rest of the build, when you're done maybe post some pictures of the build on Pinterest !!!

This page is dedicated to my creations concerning the end of mankind underground, and therefore of ancient civilization. These are just theories put forward through characters and stories. Hope you enjoy the stories! I'm a French author so I translate with DeepL so forgive me if there are any mistakes. The stories are generally in short story style. This page is a place where I put my stories even if I know that not many people really read them but it makes me happy ! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Here's a story centered on a doctor who tried to understand the Rot... until he opened a forbidden breach. It's a diary in several acts. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Diary of Doctor Edward.D Lelius Act I: The first doubts For years, I've devoted myself to understanding this disease we call the Rot. I've seen entire villages disappear. People huddle underground, fleeing a threat they don't understand. The Rot... The relentless evil that forced us to flee the surface. It insinuates itself everywhere, corrupting all organic matter. I've devoted my life to the study of this scourge, searching for a cure, an immunity. No remedy, no treatment has proven effective. Bodies decompose even before life has completely left them. It creeps in everywhere, moping over everything and with everything. Every day, I dissect infected flesh, study corpses, look for a pattern, an origin, an exploitable flaw. It defies all our biomedical knowledge; it is neither fungal nor viral. It destroys all our concepts of modern medicine. I've studied cadavers, contaminated plants and animals. Everything corrupts. Everything succumbs. There is no immunity. Those who seem resistant fall, slowly, inexorably. This obsesses me. I received a sealed letter. The sender is none other than Jonas Falx, the great city's majestic scientist. I've been invited to the main city where he conducts his experiments. But why me? Perhaps my research has caught his attention. He claims to be close to a revelation that could change the course of our existence. Act II: Eye of the Machine I've arrived at the city of Falx. A masterpiece of underground engineering, far removed from the collapse and chaos that plague the rest of the world. He takes me into his laboratories, telling me about a machine capable of observing beyond our reality. I doubt his words, but my scientific spirit prevails: I must see. Falx welcomes me to his estate, proud to show me his work. An immense structure, colossal gears turning in a hypnotic hum. He spoke of extraordinary discoveries, of visions no other human being could have conceived. Then he let me observe. When I looked through the lenses, my mind wavered. I looked. Through the machine's lenses, I saw a ruined world, a metallic nightmare torn by rust and sourceless whispers. Shadows moved in the darkness, and in the distance, a gigantic gear spun, creaking in an infinite complaint. I tried to look away, but the vision seared itself into me. I pretended to see nothing more than a devastated landscape, but deep down I know that something saw me in return. What was this creation and its purpose in all this? Seeing how little I reacted, Falx's mood changed drastically, and he “chased” me out of his laboratory. Act III: The Forbidden Experiment Back in my laboratory. The image of the world I've glimpsed never leaves me. What if the rot didn't come from our land? What if it were an intrusion, a disease from the “other side”? That would explain so much, the fact that rot defies all our knowledge, that it infiltrates everywhere, that we can't escape it. It's just a theory, but from what I've seen it seems the most plausible. Everything's getting confusing. I hear noises in my laboratory even though I'm alone. Clanking, like gears in motion. When I turn off the lights, the darkness seems denser than before. My notes become illegible, my handwriting trembles. Still metallic sounds when my machines are switched off, something is happening. Last night, I felt a presence. Something was watching over my shoulder. I turned around: nothing. Yet I know it was there. I've seen my shadow move in ways I can't, I see things in the corner of my eye at times. My theory is becoming an obsession. What if Flax's machine was a portal? A passageway to something that shouldn't exist here? The rot isn't just a disease... it's a call. An invitation. And I've been watching too long. - - - I now know that nothing and nobody can escape the Rot. It's omnipresent, inevitable, insidious. After my return from the city , my research took a darker, more pragmatic turn. I needed results. Corpses no longer offered answers. I needed the living. I crossed a line from which I cannot return. I used human beings. Former patients, condemned patients, lost souls seeking refuge in our underground. I promised them hope, a cure... a lie. They became my subjects of study. One survived longer than the others. A full week before his body collapsed, eaten away from the inside. His agony was a revelation. The Rot doesn't destroy immediately. It adapts. It plays with its prey. But even that wasn't enough. I began to work on an even blurrier, more unholy frontier: that between life and death. The bodies, still warm but soulless, seemed more... receptive. Their tissues vibrated under the effect of the Rot, as if waiting for something, an impulse, a command. I observed movements. Spasms at first, then coordinated, almost calculated gestures. One of the bodies turned towards me. Its eyes were absent, but I swear it was looking at me. I didn't run. I took note. I continued. They became something else. Indistinct, moving, distorted shapes. I never found a name for them... but they shivered constantly. As if they were struggling to stay in this world. As if something older were trying to shape them again. Maybe they're still and I'm imagining things. I'm no longer talking about experiences. I'm talking about a creation, involuntary perhaps... but real. But that wasn't enough. I needed more. I worked on a machine, a copy of Falx's own. I used my contacts to obtain a temporal gear, stolen from the city of Falx. With this artifact, I built my own machine, smaller, more discreet... But no less dangerous. I've tried to make a smaller copy and it's ready, so I can't wait to try it out. Act IV: The Fall As I set the cog in motion, a dull roar invaded my laboratory. The metal vibrated beneath my feet, sparks danced on the walls, and a spectral light escaped from the lenses of my machine. I inserted a fragment of Rot into the energy field. A second of waiting. An eternity of anguish. Then the void tore open. Beyond the opening, I saw a world corrupted, torn apart, devoured by rust and nothingness. A sea of dying metal structures, towers torn apart, groaning carcasses that still seemed to breathe under the weight of broken time. In the distance, a gear as large as a mountain turned slowly, each tooth grinding like a howl of pain. And in this vision of horror, he saw me. A massive figure. Immobile. Its presence made no sense, yet it filled the space. Its shape seemed blurred, shifting, as if it were both rust and flesh, machine and nightmare. Its eyes... if it had any, they were invisible, but I knew. I knew he was looking at me. A vibration rippled through the room, shaking my equipment. My notes flew in all directions. A primitive shiver ran through my body, an archaic fear that even my instincts couldn't explain. I wanted to step back, to turn off the machine, but my hands refused to move. Then the Rot reacted. The fragment I had introduced began to pulsate. It expanded, as if recognizing this place. As if it had finally found its source. It escaped. My machine spun, the gears screamed, and the Rot spread like a living wave. It seeped into ducts, walls and bodies. My subjects became something else. They moved when they shouldn't have. They looked at me. Act V - The end of the world The Rot has taken on a new form, more voracious, faster. It escaped from my laboratory. It spread with unimaginable speed. And the shivers... They came back to life. But it wasn't life. It was... an imitation. A puppet pulled by shadow strings. Their flesh tensed, stitched together by rusty veins. Their bones cracked in a precise, controlled order, as if someone or something were rewriting their very nature. They still shivered. But no longer with fear. Hunger, perhaps. Of alien will. The streets collapsed under a mantle of decomposed flesh and rusted metal. Screams echoed in the stone, voices calling for help, others screaming without words, without reason. Everything was consumed by the evil I had unleashed. I fled. Away from the laboratory. I ran through the tunnels, the corridors. And it was then, as I turned around one last time, that I saw it: my machine had imploded. With a monstrous crash, a pillar of black light rose towards the rocky vault. The ground ripped open and, at its apex, a rift opened. One of those whispered in legends, a screaming passage between moments, a chasm into the chaos of time. People around the rift fled, screamed, called out. Then they froze. Their bodies arched, their faces twisted by pain or... by awakening. They changed. Twisting under an invisible force. Their eyes blackened, their flesh darkened. And they stopped running. But began to attack everything in sight. What did I do? They began to wander. Wobbly, off-kilter silhouettes, lost in the flow of corrupted time I hid in a cave. To you who read these lines, may God help you, may he keep you, for I went against him. I should never have tried to understand. I should never have looked. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Just wrote the new story if you want to enjoy it @C_Man

Second and last part here Read everything Elpis' Journal: The Last Act Day 112 - The Discovery I have been working on this so-called ritual; it is not a ritual but rather a "machine" that an ancient engineer developed in hopes of countering rust, a relic from an ancient age. I found a map with indications of many ruins, given to me by a friend from my village who said he found it near a ruin on the edge of the village. He mentioned a crackling sound when he retrieved it, I don't know what to make of it! But I finally have a clue! Day 158 - At Last After weeks of searching, I finally found the legendary underground ruin mentioned in the ancient journal. It was a marvel of engineering, stone and metal structures intertwining like the limbs of a titanic creature. At its center, an immense machine, dormant for centuries—the reason for my journey. It was the last chance, or so I thought. This place, which concealed so much, held the Resonance Archives, a flood of information contained in fragments and notes yellowed by time. I found a message, incomplete but revealing. The creator of the machine, a name I had yet to fully read, had written detailed instructions: “The machine is our hope, but activating it could...” The end was torn, as if a fire had taken it. These words had been the starting point of my quest: a warning I had taken for a simple caution. I will search for more information in the ruin's libraries to try to understand the workings of this machine. The silence, oppressive and heavy, gave way to a dull tumult. The last echo of the torn pages still resounded in my mind. The machine, this colossal thing that sat at the center of the ruin, gave me an uneasy feeling, but I still hoped it would finally stem the rust's advance on this world. It was awakening at last. I will try to turn it on; I read how to activate it in the archives. I thought I understood that the last civilization had hidden away in hopes of survival, an unsuccessful attempt. I do not like the atmosphere of this place, I cannot see the bottom, and this machine sends a chill down my spine. Day 159 - Today or Never I have had those nightmares, those hallucinations again. I camped in the ruins, an experience I do not recommend. I feel that something is wrong, yet I must move forward and try. The world continues to rot up there; maybe by activating the machine, balance will be restored? The creator's words, incomplete, resurface in my mind. There is no information on the moment of activation; I feel that something is wrong. My nightmares... they feel so... real. The visions returned, clearer and more terrifying than ever. Ruins swallowed by rust, faces turned toward me in their final agony. The eyes of the God devoured me, his form becoming a tide of metal and pain. I hope this works. I will write in my journal once the machine is activated. The words are poorly written, in haste. I made a mistake No one should activate it His eyes, he sees me, he knows He looks at me through one of those fissures What have I done? This machine makes a horrible noise Help me Day 159 - Escape I managed to escape... he was there. I had already seen his eyes. This vision I thought was a hallucination, a remnant of madness, stood before me, this time real. The God of Rust. A titan made of shredded metal, his hollow orbits glowing with an unholy light. Faces frozen in pain were etched into his iron skin, lost souls trapped in the eternity of decay. His eyes, shards of an endless abyss, pierced through me. The machine's scream now mixed with a roar from the depths, a suffocating rattle. The ruin trembled, everything cracked, stones falling around me like tears. Fear crept in, a cold poison. I knew I did not have time, that every second was a lost blessing. He was emerging from a fissure... As I write these few lines, I am heading back to the village where I live, but something feels wrong. I have the sense that something is wrong. The night is different; I hear a creaking sound from time to time as I walk on the path, I see red shapes, I have the... impression that he is there. I will keep walking; I need to get home as quickly as possible. Day 165 - Desolation The village is destroyed, everyone is... dead. What happened? I still hear that crackling. I don’t remember arriving at the village. So many corpses, mutilated. This machine, it’s because of it, it’s my fault; I shouldn’t have. That crackling is driving me insane. I thought I was destined for something. I will try to find a solution. The writing is erratic and soiled. Day Crackling... Him... He knows me. He wants me. I... The pages are torn and covered in a mixture of blood and rust. The book ends here. “-I told you this book must be really old, maybe 200-300 years? -Sure, put it down if you want, it must have belonged to him. -I’ll keep it and read it. How can one of those monsters have a book on them? -You shouldn’t, burn it with the Shivers’ corpse.

If I understand correctly, the boss reappears every time you return to the boss room to access the archives. Hope this thread helps others.

I went back to the dungeon and the boss reactivated

Here's a little story I've written, which I hope you'll enjoy. Elpis Diary: My path Day 1 - Awakening I awoke in a world I didn't recognize. The sky was a menacing gray, as if an eternal storm weighed down the landscape. The ground, strewn with strange vegetation, seemed almost alien beneath my feet. I was alone, my only companions the twisted trees and weathered stones. My name is Elpis, and I don't know how I got here. My memories are blurred, as if covered by a thin film of rust. All I know is that I must survive. I've made primitive tools from what I've found around me, carved stones and sturdy branches. My quest to understand this world begins now. Day 7 - As the days pass, I gradually discover the inner workings of this hostile world. Food is scarce, and the biting cold of the nights drives me to seek natural shelter. I manage to light a fire using flint and dry grass. The warmth and light give me a semblance of security in this threatening immensity. I ventured further out today and discovered a cavern. Inside, the air was humid and a metallic smell wafted through. The walls were covered in luminescent moss, creating an eerie green glow. I decided to take refuge there for the night, hoping to escape the creatures lurking in the darkness. Day 15 - The cavern turned out to be much deeper than I had imagined. Exploring its twists and turns, I came across ancient ruins hidden in the bowels of the earth. Structures of corroded metal and crumbling stone bore witness to a once-advanced civilization. At the center of this subterranean hall, a massive machine sat, its gears motionless and covered in rust. As I approached, I felt a strange vibration, as if the machine were still alive. As I touched it, I was overwhelmed by a wave of hallucinations. Visions of prosperous cities and flourishing peoples came to mind, followed by images of destruction and desolation. A world in ruins, where rust was eating away at everything in its path. Day 16 - The Encounter That night, I dreamt of a huge being made of metal and rust. His eyes shone with a sinister gleam, and his voice sounded like the creaking of rusted metal. A being I could not understand, so I named him the God of Rust. He showed me scenes of ancient civilization, their ambitions and creations. They had built machines to improve their lives, but their arrogance had doomed them. The machine I had found was supposed to be their salvation, but it had become their doom. The God of Rust wasn't there to help me. His presence was oppressive, malevolent, and his visions showed me not only the lost greatness, but also the horrors and suffering engendered by the errors of the ancients. The visions of decay repeated themselves: fertile land turning into barren desert, cities falling into ruin, people fleeing underground to escape the devastation. The hallucinations haven't stopped. Closing my eyes, I was transported to a world where the skies were clear and the land prosperous. People lived in harmony with nature, building majestic cities. But these idyllic visions are quickly replaced by images of horror: a plague of decay invading everything, trees withering, animals dying in excruciating pain, and people fleeing underground to escape the devastation. The rot was relentless, turning the world into a barren wasteland. These visions were so real that I could almost smell the stench of decay and hear the desperate cries of the inhabitants. Each hallucination left me weaker and more disoriented, but they also gave me fragments of understanding. In the days that followed, I couldn't stop thinking about these visions. This world is corroded by rust, and its inhabitants must now pay the price for the mistakes of the past. I began to explore further, looking for clues as to how to right these wrongs. I found fragments of newspapers and ancient inscriptions, speaking of the machine as a hope and a curse. The God of Rust has not left me since that night. His presence is always with me, a constant reminder of the fragility of our existence and the need to understand and respect the world around us. Day 45 - The Quest Today, I resolved to find a way to correct the mistakes of the past. Perhaps there's still hope for this world, even if it's eaten away by rust. I'll keep exploring, learning and surviving. My journey is far from over, but I'm determined to unravel the mysteries of this world and find a way to save it, if that's even possible. The God of Rust has shown me the way, but not in a benevolent way. He delights in human suffering and mistakes, a malevolent guardian of ruins and broken memories. It's not just a question of surviving, but of understanding and repairing, of fighting against this oppressive force. This diary is my testimony, a trace of my passage in this world, and a call to those who will come after me. We must not repeat the mistakes of the past. We must learn from the rust and rise from the ashes. Over the past few weeks, a different reality has imposed itself on me. My dreams are haunted by images of light and wings. I feel a forgotten power within me, an essence I still don't fully understand. I was once something more, something greater, but the rust of this world has obscured my memory and tarnished my true nature. Perhaps my destiny here is not just to survive and repair, but to find my true self. I feel my mission is to purify this world of the rust that corrupts it and restore the balance that ancient civilizations destroyed. The path is long and arduous, but each step brings me closer to my true nature and the redemption of this world. I must regain my inner radiance and become the light that will guide this world out of the darkness of rust. I continue my quest with renewed determination. The machine of ruins still calls to me, and I know it holds the keys to reversing the scourge of rust. The inscriptions I've deciphered speak of an ancient ritual, a process to restore lost harmony. I must find the missing components and perform this ritual. As I wandered across a vast plain, I finally met other survivors. Humans, just like me, struggling to survive in this world. Their presence has given me hope, and together we seek ways to right the wrongs of the past. I leave this journal as a record of my journey, in the hope that it will serve those who come after me. If I succeed, this world will rise from the ashes of rust. If I fail, let my mistakes serve as a warning. I am Elpis, a seeker of truth, explorer of ruins and keeper of memories. My journey may have reached a turning point, but the history of this world has only just begun. We've found a crucial clue, a key to unlock the ritual. But time is running out, and the rust is advancing inexorably. If you're reading this while the world is the same, I've failed you. It's your turn, God is with you because he abandoned me, I'm going to find him.

I have a question before going back to the archives, can the boss I've already defeated respawn? I don't want to go through 10,000 blocks for nothing, if you know what I mean