Words of the Constant
I will avenge the weapons!
I shall prepare for battle within!
Reminds me of home.
It has fallen.
Do you crave battle?
It slumbers unwisely.
It is made of meat!
Stare not at me, bat!
This baby tree is well protected by spiky armor.
It has shed its armor. Grow, baby tree!
To Hel, spirit!
This hat confuses my character... I mean, my soul.
Builds chest muscles.
Its magic has floated away as embers.
What awkward sorcery is this?
A weapon for farmers.
A helm. Not my own.
I suppose it's close enough.
Still green, but it'll do.
A plant.
I am a shieldmaiden, not a farmer!
Ugh, vegetables. I'm not sure what I expected...
Bested by the sun.
Yonder lies another room!
Oh cruel Hel, what have I done to deserve such treatment!
It can be purchased.
A place to lay my spear.
Brick is no match for my building skills!
Brick is no match for my building skills!
I will build this dwelling!
Shelter from the elements.
Dwelling! You will be assembled!
Rejoice! For it shall be mine home!
Prepare to be built, home!
I shall assemble it into a hall worthy of Valhalla!
Rejoice! For it will be my home!
House! Prepare to be built!
I will assemble you into a worthy dwelling!
I shall assemble it into a worthy dwelling!
I will build this mighty hall!
I shall build a hall worthy of a shieldmaiden!
You wish to joust? Surely you jest!
I have been taken by its cuteness.
Within its cuteness lays the heart of a tiny warrior!
Sweetest dreams, cute meat.
Defense against poison.
What venom flows through thy veins?
The ground belches with sickness!
Fruity flesh.
Seared fruit flesh.