Words of the Constant
Ah, a proper meal!
To swim, to sting no more.
Blessed with beauty by Freyr herself.
A feast!
Armor for rain.
Aflame!
Nothing but ash remains.
I have felled the tree!
A most mighty tree.
Unwell.
We will fight in the rain.
Its prophecy days are done.
It foretells the coming of rains.
A pile of vegetables. No thanks.
Finally! Someone to rehearse with.
A small blade, but a blade nonetheless.
Laid to waste.
What wonders shall be erected to the gods?
This cask packs a punch!
It is hot to the touch.
A lucky ward to guard against the night.
Umami or not, I don't want it.
I won't eat it, but it was fun to put in the fire.
At least it's got a nice color.
And stay down there!
Good riddance.
See you in Asgard, reeds!
Those are some hardy reeds.
Cut down in their prime.
Lake reeds of hardy stock.
Ha! The sun is no warrior if it cannot penetrate this.
It has been reduced to smithereens.
Fit for Asgard.
Surely it holds great power.
It must possess incredible magics.
A gift for the pigs, bestowed by the gods.
Decoration fit for Hela.
Surely this treasure shall win me fortune.
Ashes to ashes.
I prefer battle to science.
Dust to dust.
Perhaps science can enhance my combat skills.
Its strange power did not protect it from the fire.
A mystical thing.
No more meat will come from here!
It is an absurd machine that makes meat.
Aegir, bless me with thy wisdom!
Valhalla, I come!
I do not know why I made this.
It holds me back from Valhalla.