Words of the Constant
Things may be put on thee!
Things may be put on thee!
Its uses are plentiful!
Things may be put on thee!
Things may be put on thee!
Its uses are plentiful!
A new land to plunder and pillage!
Off to a new land...
I'd prefer a ship burial, though this might have its uses.
It has been razed.
A place to rest my battle-weary head.
Useful for binding, and for remembering victories past.
Rest easy in Valhalla.
This fight is not yet over.
Ah, that was a good battle.
A machine of fate and misery.
It is slimy but it will fill my belly.
Meaty meat!
The fur foe thinks she's a hat!
I do love furs.
I do love furs.
You are an angel. Of nasty.
A new battle helm for my collection!
Not where I'd choose to hang my helm.
Yes. Slime.
They're smashed up good.
You are not fierce yet, bird.
You must eat to grow strong.
The small bird looks famished.
A nice meaty snack.
A small provision for a long campaign.
I shall smash thee!
The tools of dwarves.
Never trust those who slither.
A meaty broth!
It's burnt. No sense vine-ing about it.
It needed a haircut.
This bush has helm head.
What powerful properties does this bestow?
A snake has slipped its skin. With a little help...
Shall I wear the serpent?
A sail made of murder!
You shall not escape my wrath!
The bones of my enemy!
Prepare yourself for doom!
Keep your foul fangs from my hide!
Vanquished!
A vegetable - my mortal enemy!
Its slumber shall be its undoing!
I like his helmet.