Words of the Constant
The work of a child, no doubt.
I shall paint it with the blood of mine enemies.
A fallen comrade?
Skadi has bestowed a gift on Freya's creature.
The beauty of Freya dwells in all creatures!
Rays will shine through my spear and poke out your eyeball!
May thine spirit be released to Valhalla.
It fought bravely.
What's this? The fight is not over!
The cold doth sooth me.
Where art thou, cursed eye?
Fear not the heat, I shall build this posthaste.
Delicious! I should like to share it with my new allies.
The unicorn's horn, in the flesh!
Tis a magical woodland creature!
It's probably a tuft of grass.
Tis no helm.
I hath been warned by my allies not to taste it.
My allies spoke true... sample not from the wicked salt bag!
It smells of bacon!
I'm not strong enough to wield it.
A small hill of earth.
All is quiet.
A mechanical hunting hound. For the hunt.
Sound the horns! We've arrived!
We've got the scent!
The hound is excited. We're getting close.
What cryptic ruins.
Seems it's missing a piece...
Ready! The saga continues!
This mysterious sword feels important.
I shall make a harbor worthy of my vessel.
'Tis little more than set-dressing.
Who would wear this into battle?
Let us construct the most formidable vessel these cursed waters have ever touched.
It posesses all that a mighty vessel might require.
It's the beast's back.
Yeuch! I was promised a feast!
Ah, dragon! At last we meet!
This chest is worthy of my weapons.
This chest is worthy of my weapons, and then some.
It retains the heat of the fallen beast.
It has seen much battle.
Its belly is alight with fearsome dragonfire.
A small inferno burns within.
It's very fancy.
Grilled fancy fruit.
Alas, you are fruit, not meat.
Tiny nature bits.
The head of a great and merciful beast!