Words of the Constant
The fuel of darkness!
It harnesses dark powers from beneath.
Nothing stirs.
Barely any magic remains.
The magic slumbers far from here.
The magic power holds steady.
It's starting to retreat!
It's starting...
The magic is heightening!
A weapon worthy of Thor.
It takes a brave warrior to wield this sword.
It contains explosive components.
No Excalibur juts from its center.
Pebbles from the fire mountain!
Now THIS is an axe!
Throwing fire is the coward's way. But such fun!
The fire's nearly dead.
A fire fit for a Viking!
The fire roars!
The fire's slowly dying.
Warm fire, warm Wigfrid.
And the light flickers out.
A tool for cutting. A tool for burning.
I normally prefer to set fires up close.
Fire forge!
The chest holds offerings.
He seems open to bartering.
Njord bestows a gift upon me this day.
I shall be the most prosperous Valkyrie!
My conquests have been profitable!
Sing with me! We are the guardians of Asgard!
Gathering has never been so easy.
A stone of orange.
A staff of magical movement.
A door of Yggdrasil.
Praise Odin for this bountiful hoofed feast!
This helm will keep my scalp dry.
I have no rhythm...
Ah, a fine mug it would make!
Will you follow me to Valhalla?
A curious bauble.
A Viking-sized leaf!
Keeps the rain off my helm.
I dislike plants, but I dislike wet armor more.
The wood's ablaze!
Loge took that one.
Chopped by the warrior of the woods!
Do you forsake branches, tree?
I smell burnt coconut.
You will be fueling my hearth in Valhalla.