Words of the Constant
Nigh impenetrable.
Only the finest barriers for my fort.
My enemies will dash themselves on these rocks.
A sturdy wall, fashioned from the earth.
Fire, wood's only weakness!
It may impale a foe.
A mediocre fortification.
Those tusks could pierce even the finest armor.
Highland filth!
They have departed for a great journey.
A proper winter camp.
Rended from the mouth of the sea beast.
Be that you, Fenrir?
Bees of war!
Spares my effects from the sea's dark depths.
My, what big teeth you have!
A drop of water, touched by Freya.
It makes a good sound when you hit it.
It's almost like wearing a pelt.
You cannot fool me by hiding in frozen fruit, stick.
Warm and red, but it doesn't flow.
Seedy.
Plunder under!
The power of the unicorn is great.
Waxen to the touch.
He fought boldly, but his burial will not be that of a Viking.
A pest upon this land!
The skin of my enemy.
Slop.
I will end your moping, giant!
Something lurks beneath.
I will toast you in Valhalla.
Oh, how the mighty stink.
I shall whale on you!
It would be an honor to kill you.
Will it find me another battle?
I plunder what this is?
I kneel to no king, even adorable ones!
I sense a kindred spirit!
Save a mug in Valhalla for me.
A terrible place to live!
A wall window through which much light may enter.
Light may enter through here!
Light breaks through yonder window!
A window which I may see the world.
A window without frilly hangy things!
A window which I may see the world.
It let-eth in the sun!
A window through which light may enter.
I shall allow light to enter through this opening.