Words of the Constant

Merms are fiercely territorial, and won't allow any outsiders on their turf.

There are few things a pig loves more than a relaxing dip in the mud.

If you wish to sail the open sea, best beware the pirates of Moon Quay!

It's unseasonably froggy out for this time of year.

Could there be light at the end of the tunnel?

Survivors that dared to make camp on the lunar island often claim to have been visited by strange apparitions.

What terrors lurk in the darkest depths of the Constant?

Trees don't hit back, but Treeguards do.

"Freeing him might not have been my best idea."

One teensy little mishap has plunged the world of Terraria into rather... constant danger, and is terrarizing the Constant like nothing before! Who knows what might slip through the cracks when two worlds collide?

Bad luck comes in threes, and so do Ink Blights.

Friendship can be found in the most unlikely places.

On a night like this, one doesn't want to travel alone.

Traveling back and forth through time gets disorienting after a while. Trying to remember the events of multiple timelines can make one appear a bit scatterbrained.

Wanda has been trying to outrun her future for longer than she can remember - but after a split-second decision left her tangled up in the Constant's timestream, it might be her past that's finally catching up to her...

There are some memories that never leave you. For Warly, they are the smell of an old family recipe, and the warmth of his dear Maman's hugs.

Warly will never give up hope that he'll see the sweet smile of his dear Maman again.

These towering oceanic trees might offer a moment of respite from the dangers of the open sea, but nowhere in the Constant is truly safe for long.

Sailing beneath the comforting shade of the Drift Wood's Great Tree, it's all too easy to forget the danger that dangles above.

Everyone take your seats, the Amazing Maxwell's next act is about to begin.

Webber could have easily seen his unique predicament as an affliction or a curse. Instead, he's chosen to view it as a second chance, and one that he fully intends not to waste.

These days, Webber doesn't have to go far to find a friend.

"We're super excited to watch everyone open the presents we got them."

Listen well children, and mind the warnings of your parents... naughtiness always comes back to bite you in the end.

Some things simply can't be undone.

Wendy clings fiercely to the grief over her sister's death, for fear that moving on would cause Abigail's memory to fade.

"I know you're still there, Abigail... we'll be able to play together again soon."

She can't escape her monomaniacal obsession with death. Neither can you.

Abigail could always find a way to bring a smile to Wendy's face... sadly, she would later become the reason it went away for good.

Fond memories...

Wendy finds a strange comfort in elaborate mourning rituals. It takes the guesswork out of grieving.

Gather round, everyone. Ready to hear a spooky story?

Campfire stories are best enjoyed with a group of friends on eerie, moonlit nights.

The werepig will gladly have you over for dinner.

Nothing beats the taste of ill-gotten grub.

Go ahead, knock on the door. What's the worst that could happen?

Who lives in this lonely old house at the center of the graveyard?

Wes often gets carried away while performing his ballonomantic arts.

Trying to explain this mime's psyche would be a fool's errand... an April one, in fact.

Balloons are never as sturdy as one's imagination might suggest.

The start of that fateful day, when Wes' bad luck ran amok.

There are few more satisfying feelings in life than knowing one's work is done for the day.

Delightfully, Ms. Wickerbottom has found her passion for the written word has only deepened as the years go by. Any knowledge committed to paper becomes impervious to the brain fogs of age, you know!

It's a well-known fact that a group of crows is called a "murder". It is a lesser known fact that they hold crow funerals.

The valor and confidence of a Valkyrie didn't always come naturally to Wigfrid. She cultivated her strength and persona over many years through sheer force of will.

The offer was music to Wigfrid's ears...

It can be hard to look to the future when your heart remains in the past.

"Don't be silly, it's only a bad dream..."

Woeful Willow took an axe. Gave a tree forty whacks.

Willow's childhood was cold and dark, until something deep inside her sparked.