Words of the Constant
North.
Northeast.
Northwest.
South.
Southeast.
Southwest.
West.
'Tis naught but food for worms.
That shall do.
Reduced to ash.
It's so dry it's nearly dust.
A barrel of stink.
Soggy muck.
I question my ally's tastes.
Portal! Prepare to be built!
'Tis filled with too many non-meat dishes if you ask me.
She's definitely dead.
Meeeat!
Monster beast steak.
Yum, yum, meat snacks.
It seeks to make a meal of my vessel!
Tis a helm fit for a warrior of the deep.
'Twas a spiky foe.
'Tis but a jumbled mess of words.
The fire reigned supreme.
Might as well do something whilst I wait.
Shouldn't be long now!
What have we here?
Nothing in there.
Cursed blood of the Jotnar!
It is the tail of cute meat.
A vegetable sword!
Popped corn smells good.
Sadly, it is not meat.
Tiny nature bits.
I have my own costu- that is, warrior's garb!
I have my own costu- that is, warrior's garb!
I have my own costu- that is, warrior's garb!
I have my own costu- that is, warrior's garb!
I have my own costu- that is, warrior's garb!
Robust it is not, but lovely? Most assuredly.
I have my own costu- that is, warrior's garb!
I have my own costu- that is, warrior's garb!
The flame must be lit!
An altar to a wee fluffy beastie.
The flame must be lit!
The beastie's power grows.
The flame must be lit!
Hail to the golden beast!
A crown of ill omen.