Words of the Constant
A lamp made of unfermented mead!
It controls Ragnarok!
It will make of me a friend to the cactus.
Excellent armor for the heat of battle.
Grass protection. It won't last long.
It's heft is reassuring on my bones.
Nearly impenetrable!
Come at me now, fiends!
Armor fit for Odin himself!
I shall not wash up on the shores of Valhalla wearing this!
She ebbs the ache of hunger. Good fur.
A shield of sorts.
A cloak worthy of a warrior!
A borrowed tree vest.
Armor studded with fearsome thorns.
Adventure offers no true safety!
Armor worthy of my deeds.
Strong, but I find my mind wanders...
Rain is bested!
Armor made from the skin of my enemy.
I shall break the wind with every step!
Now this is a vessel fit for a Viking!
The flames' remains.
The eyebone could not pass to this world.
The flower must remain in its homeworld.
It's burnt. Gone.
Vegetable! I will not consume you!
I shall not consume it!
Fire does not make it more palatable!
Useless vegetation!
This serves me no purpose!
To chop and destroy!
Mini beastie.
What cute meat.
A portable armory.
Pig and eggs!
This hammer is only good for bashing tiny things.
A blow struck may simply bounce off.
A gathering place for swimming meat.
A raiding party!
Sticks of great versatility.
Your hollow sorcery could not save you from fire.
You could not hack it!
What sorcery is this? Wood that is hollow?
I've somehow found a way to make it even LESS appealing!
To heal my battle wounds.
Full of Loki's trickery.
A map to ill gotten treasures.
Mine!
A thousand mortals couldn't break through this stone.