Words of the Constant
It's probably a tuft of grass.
It is thoroughly vanquished.
It smells of bacon!
I'm not strong enough to wield it.
A small hill of earth.
A weapon for traps!
One of Loki's tricks.
All is quiet.
A mechanical hunting hound. For the hunt.
Sound the horns! We've arrived!
We've got the scent!
The hound is excited. We're getting closer.
What cryptic ruins.
Seems I'm missing a piece...
Ready! The saga continues!
This mysterious sword feels important.
No more will it crest the waves.
What kind of strange helm is this?
It shows no trace of fear for me!
I honor you, young warrior of the DoyDoys.
Within this egg grows a Viking of another feather.
I shall eat of this fearless bird's bounty.
Its fearlessness leaks out.
The treasured feather of a fallen bird warrior.
The nest where more brave ones will hatch!
Ah, dragon! At last we meet!
This chest is worthy of my weapons.
It's very fancy.
Grilled fancy fruit.
Tiny nature bits.
Why isn't this a meat pie? Meat, meeeat!
Mystical scales.
A fellow berserker whose belly is full of fire!
A berserker has to live somewhere.
I can hear the beating heart of a warrior within!
My fallen foe has given me a gift!
I wish I could spit fire...
Leg of beastie, in my belly.
Hooooot meat!
The spoils of the fallen!
If I plant you, will you repay me?
I think I'll return this to the earth goddess.
My own personal fount of berries!
To vine or not to vine?
Coffee to go.
I shall get to the point. You belong to me now.
I think I'll return this to the earth goddess.
I think I'll return this to the earth goddess.
I shall return this to the earth goddess.
I think I'll return this to the earth goddess.