Words of the Constant
What treasures lie beneath?
There are too many people up there.
I've had enough of Sol's shining face for one day.
Back to open skies!
Foliage from the dark ages.
'Tis dead.
I shall remember thy foul fumes.
Come, stinking beast!
To slay it in its sleep is simple, swift and without honor.
Spew not they noxious vapors upon me, vile insect!
'Tis a fetor that doth offend thy very senses!
What cometh may bring naught but ruin.
There is no furnace nor frost that shall halt my spear!
Cursed fog of pestilence!
With this, I shall make mine ascent!
Fancy for my taste, but it'll do.
Loot from Loge, the demigod.
It seeks an offering.
Begone, critics!
This play is in need of actors.
At last, you reveal yourself!
The stage beckons!
It's only a pile of fallen warriors.
More fallen mechanical warriors.
Someone should really clean this place up.
'Twas made in honor of our stalwart vessel!
The artist hath captured her noble mane perfectly.
'Twas a battle to sing of.
May the beast now be at peace.
A stone tribute to my faithful steed.
I honor this warrior queen!
This warrior does battle in the mind.
Battle is nigh!
To celebrate the moon's messenger!
I'm not keen on honoring a vegetable so.
You have my respect, fellow hunter.
A hound of the hunt!
A testament to a worthy foe.
'Twas a hard-fought battle, but we prevailed!
The beast proved himself to be a worthy adversary!
I have fond memories of dueling this beast.
Our fight shall be made ballad.
'Twas an unnatural thing. Slaying it was a kindness.
I do relish thy slaying, worm.
Tis the trophy of glorious battle!
I shall feast my eyes upon this trophy!
Not a man fit for battle.
You fought well, Champion of Mani.
Feasts, feasts, everywhere, and not a ham to eat.
A mighty pillar for a mighty family!