Words of the Constant
Ready for battle!
Load the cannons!
Woe! There is nary a cannonball in sight!
We must be prepared for a battle at sea.
'Tis a piteous ship, but I shall make do.
Ship building is in my bones!
My vessel hath been wounded!
While it navigates, I shall prepare the ship's defenses.
It shall be my navigator.
It shines like the north star, guiding my vessel.
A beacon to guide my ship.
I am a warrior, not a tinkerer of machines!
The most nimble vessel is often the victor in battle.
It shall be done, with haste!
It is filled with the hair of the woolen beasties.
'Tis a pillow from Njoror's domain.
As good a use as any for flimsy petals.
Only the strong-willed could sleep on such a thing.
I have made the plant's power my own.
Ha! Look how my plant ally's power grows!
Bits of our enemies.
A feast fit for the gods!
Delicious!
Villainy! Do not let the elder see!
A trove of wisdom.
Our elder has been watching the wee speared creatures closely.
To rule the skies!
This tome is brimming with Hel's fire!
'Twas not meant for mortal eyes.
A tome to combat the most fiery tempest!
Secret tactics for capturing the sea meats!
The curse of Alviss dwells within.
But can it tend the garden of mine soul?
But can it tend the garden of mine soul?
The knowledge within shall grant us bountiful harvests.
A beacon of knowledge.
A blinding beacon of knowledge!
We call upon the power of Mani!
It speaks of ways to appease Freyr.
A tome filled with great wisdom.
A tome of the ways of the forest!
Where's the drama? The suspense?
I need only the heat of battle!
Knowledge grants great power!
Sometimes we may learn from the enemy.
For flinging at foes!
Retreat is the way of cowards!
'Tis battered, but not lost!
Some heat shall give it life anew.
Time for hair and makeup!