Words of the Constant
Tiny nature bits.
Something lurks in the deep.
Ancient flora.
If only I could use it as camouflage from predators.
Onward to adventure!
Outward to adventure!
Leave my sight!
Do flying vessels reach Valhalla?
Of no use to me anymore!
I carry no banners.
I'll not weigh myself down with that.
I will leave it where it lays.
Too great a burden for me to carry!
This longship looks unfit for a warrior.
What am I meant to do with such a thing?
What in the name of the unicorn is this?
You are as amusing as you are hairy.
By this mess I would say a Viking lives here.
I will enter to adventure!
Have at thee!
A token from the battlefield.
A fountain of Idunn!
Not worthy of Valhalla's halls.
I have vanquished a mighty foe!
I'll not be fooled!
It might make a good bludgeon, at least.
Baked all the life out of it.
Piping hot orange mush.
Do you wish to fight, vegetable?
Tiny nature bits.
An amulet of dark powers.
It is cloudy with a mysterious energy.
The remains of a thrilling battle.
To thrust into the heart of the sea!
I will knock down all who stand in my path!
Jump into my mouth!
There is no escape!
Showtime, rabbits!
It must be intermission for the rabbits.
Good riddance, giant carrot.
What am I to do with a carrot that big?
It has died in battle.
Evil beast. You have met your match!
Slumber consumes it!
It has no use to me!
Fire does nothing to improve it!
Stay in the ground!
It does nothing for me!
A Viking fears not dampness!
Hail, fish of jelly!