Words of the Constant
A skewer from the skewerer.
What magic is this?
A young tree warrior!
A home for my ravens!
Are you having a nice time?
Sweet dreams, raven friend.
I'm a cunning raven catcher!
Eggy.
Hot egg.
This one needs a good smack.
Be wary of his blasts!
Not a bad dish.
Like the breath of a dragon.
A coward's weapon, dropped by a pitiful, sneaking creature.
Projectile weaponry!
To weaken from a distance. Odin forgive me...
Goodnight to my foes.
This is much prized by my people!
Rue my suit of fat, moisture!
Cold jewelery.
An icy blue sapphire.
Oh, a map! No, wait. That's wrong.
Hmm, a blue one.
I still don't want to eat it.
It's mold, really.
Good, it's hiding.
I hope it doesn't grow again.
A thunderous weapon!
Grandfather logs.
Is that how I got here?
It smites mine enemies for me!?
Most sensible cargo.
See me, foul beasts of the shadow seas!
The night sea is alight!
Bits of my enemies.
Prepare to be stunned by my gaze!
Delicious!
To rule the skies!
This tome is brimming with Hel's fire!
But can it tend the garden of mine soul?
Read a passage and call forth Ragnarok!
Where's the drama? The suspense?
Knowledge grants great power!
For flinging at foes!
A most curious torch.
My brain has the might of my sword!
These thorns will not stop me!
I will find a use for it! This is swear!
It is surrounded by my plant enemies!
Time for hair and makeup!