Words of the Constant
Not enough time in the limelight.
A collection of ferns.
T'would make a most worthy offering to the gods!
A pig's bottom made this helmet.
I do not trust them.
T'would make a most worthy offering to the gods!
My fearsome steed has no use for such a thing!
Bones of a dark and ancient foe.
It looks as though it might roam the earth any moment!
Tis not as majestic as I once pictured.
All that remains of a terrible beast.
So light and airy!
It seems this one is not an enemy.
You're a bit slimy for Valhalla.
I'd like some frog boots someday.
It sleeps.
My ally is a god among men.
What a treat!
Filled with rubbery protein!
I like when I can see the bones sticking out.
Into my belly with ye!
Monkey drink.
Meat impostor!
I have no need for your fake meat.
Grabbest thy shut eye!
Intruder! Taste my blade!
Now I am chieftain of the wee winged garden beasts!
Ugh! Putting it into a cup doesn't fool me.
It shall not weather much further use.
It still bears the heat of the forge!
The fire burns low within it.
It offers respite from the cold.
It shall not weather much further use.
It still bears the heat of the forge!
The fire burns low within it.
It offers respite from the cold.
It shall not weather much further use.
It still bears the heat of the forge!
The fire burns low within it.
It offers respite from the cold.
It shall not weather much further use.
It still bears the heat of the forge!
The fire burns low within it.
It offers respite from the cold.
It shall not weather much further use.
It still bears the heat of the forge!
The fire burns low within it.
It offers respite from the cold.
Fur from a large beastie.
'Tis naught but a pest to be crushed beneath my boot!