Words of the Constant
A tribute to the festive warrior spirit.
The figure of a fellow warrior!
Battle is nigh!
To honor our victory at sea!
Their weapons were strange, but they possessed a warrior's spirit.
The beast guarded its treasure well, but not well enough.
Offered in honor of our beauteous moon!
'Twas an honor to fight thee.
A Valkyrie's spirit dwells within.
Tis a noble foot soldier.
Tis but a jest.
A castle fit for a queen.
Battle is nigh!
Until we meet again, bait-breathed warrior.
A hard stone monument to a hard fought battle.
An honorable yet odious creature!
A battle I shan't soon forget.
Ah yes, the once towering golem!
This tribute to the unhallowed giant is an abomination unto itself.
The iron golem was indeed misguided.
'Twas no match for my spear.
I shall never forget this hungry cave serpent.
A monument to my triumph.
This warrior's loyalty was as fleeting as the wind.
I do relish thy slaying, worm.
Don't worry, I won't eat him.
Who are you?
The eyeball is tired.
Be this science or witchcraft?
It contained not a mystery, but a curse!
A banquet for the sea beasties!
I shall fell you swiftly!
Tis a terrible wolf, turned to stone.
Lo! What terrible beast!
T'would be a glorious battle, were it alive.
That fire's nearly dead.
A cold comfort.
The fire roars!
Fire's slowly dying.
A cold comfort.
And the light flickers out.
That fire's nearly dead.
A cold comfort.
The fire roars!
Fire's slowly dying.
A cold comfort.
And the light flickers out.
Who hath rendered a shambles of our booty?
East.
A reading cannot be gleaned.