Words of the Constant
An unholy flame.
The writings of the gods t'were not meant for us.
Tis a portrait of an ancient people. They live in wretchedness.
There is no painting here. Only stone.
A great evil sweeps across the land.
Many of the people are cleaved in two!
A glittering city, blessed by the gods.
I doth smell their fear!
To chop and destroy!
Mini beastie.
The mini beast slumbers.
A portable armory.
Pig and eggs!
So be it! Yet one more round, thou knavish deceiver!
Fie! Foul beast!
A rubbery mockery of life.
It hath swallowed the wee ones whole!
Its strange power hath faded.
Grant me the speed of Hermod!
Such colors! I could sing!
Tis only good for floating, not fighting.
I hath no use for a plant burgeoning with foul non-meats.
Monkey slop.
I've somehow found a way to make it even LESS appealing!
To heal even the deepest of battle wounds.
If I had a bandage for every mere flesh wound...
'Tis a paltry bit of sea meat.
Why hide the meat within this bready pocket?
For those who are strong of will, and strong of stomach.
I hunger for more!
You will find a new home in my belly.
It slays my hunger soundly!
A thousand mortals couldn't break through this stone.
Dark winged meat.
Winged spear!
They're hiding under the stage.
I shall toss thee in the earth's cauldron!
A trophy from the hunt.
A warrior would never deign to wear such a thing!
If it's meat, I shall eat it!
It holds my music like arrows in a quiver.
The notes doth imbue my weapons with their sharpness!
A fiery performance shalt shield me from the foul burn of my enemy's gaze.
I will serenade my enemies on their journey to Valhalla!
My very words art enough to make my foes tremble!
A melody lively enough to rouse the dead!
A well aimed insult can turn the tide in battle.
Do not fear, my song shall show us the light.
A rousing anthem to inspire bravery in battle!
A stirring battle song to clear the head.