Words of the Constant
It would make an okay weapon in a pinch.
No decent armor can be made with these.
An idol, though not to anything I worship.
To chronicle mine adventures.
A tool of Loki!
Tis a fish feast!
The luxuries of camp, on the go.
Inside it is the color of meat!
It will not suffice in the frozen wastes.
The warm pelt of a bested creature. A fine garment.
A juicy reward after a hard battle.
The powerful trunk of a fallen not-so-hairy beast.
The powerful trunk of a fallen hairy beast.
Takes the fun out of battle.
This tree cannot be felled by a mere axe.
Ripe non-meat.
I care not if it is cooked.
Unripe non-meat.
Fire does nothing to make it edible!
Flee, bouncing coward!
Food that can survive a voyage!
What sort of strange sword is this?
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
Feels good between my toes.
A piece of the battlefield.
It soaks up the blood of battle.
A piece of the battlefield.
Fancy floor.
The road to battle leads wherever I choose.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
You could lose yourself in this...
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.
A piece of the battlefield.