Words of the Constant
'Tis the machine from my vision.
These runes are foreign to me.
Perhaps they speak of ancient battles.
These runes are foreign to me.
Perhaps they speak of ancient battles.
These runes are foreign to me.
It guards these halls.
It is at rest.
Where are you going, O will-o'-wisp?
It requires an offering.
This one has been given an offering.
Excellent armor for the heat of battle.
It will serve me well, despite its origins.
Grass protection. That's not going to last long.
Near impenetrable!
Armor fit for Odin himself!
What devilish armor!
She ebbs the ache of hunger. Good fur.
A shield of sorts.
It grants the wearer a fleetness of foot to rival Hermod himself.
A borrowed tree vest.
My ally is surely a strong warrior.
'Tis better to wear than eat them, I suppose.
Armor crafted from a fallen foe.
This will make my plant ally more deadly in battle.
Strong, but such a headache it gives...
This garb invites madness...
Proudly would I don this knight's armor.
Signs of a battle past.
A most well placed sign.
I shall point the way to triumph!
Signs of a battle past.
A most well placed sign.
I shall point the way to triumph!
The flames' remains.
The eyebone could not pass to this world.
The flower must remain in its home world.
It's burnt. Gone.
Vegetable! I will not consume you!
I shall not consume it!
Fire does not make it more palatable.
This spear will never match up to mine.
These serve me no purpose!
Soon it will open the path!
It shan't work again for some time.
Trickery! The Bifrost was of Loki!
Tis the Bifrost!
A light to guide the way!
Heimdallr's key to the Bifrost.
An ancient basin to house flames.