Words of the Constant
Huh, it seems to belong in the ground.
Over an open fire.
It's dead.
That's one handsome abomination.
A nefarious napper.
So that's where I left that thing!
Quite sleek, if not elegant.
Durable.
I should eat it.
I should eat it.
It's a plant with many medicinal uses.
Such labor is beneath me.
It channels the darkest energies of the universe.
Where are their gods now?
This can be partially restored.
Ah. The end is nigh.
So the technology CAN be brought back to life!
A potent fragment of a shadowy figure.
Dare I complete it?
Seems part of a whole.
There's no head on his shoulders.
I'd hate to see the rest of it.
Well that looks interesting.
A once proud race.
Some dumb beast passed through here.
They've done all the hard work.
Oh those hideous creatures are industrious, aren't they.
I've a mind to make a molehill of this.
A cure to what ails you.
Why would I want to call that bird?
This should rid me of that giant pest.
Serves it right for being so ugly.
What a hideous creature.
Still grotesque.
Such a grotesque display of aggression.
Where those pesky bugs hatch from.
A hollowed out head. Don't ask where I got it.
A bit huffy.
All that for a bug?
Might be something interesting in there.
The indignities I've suffered...
Oh look, they discovered light.
I do like this...
Nothing says "stay away" quite like this.
That's some fly mail.
Direct confrontation is quite gauche.
It renders me... sluggish.
That really isn't my style.
I've bent the flame to my will.
Thulecite meshes so well with nightmare fuel.