Words of the Constant
'Tis small, but lively!
Shed your stone form and fight, beast!
Do not cower behind your carapace of rock! Fight!
Foul ingredient!
The stench!
Its enlarged form offends my eyes.
'Tis a handful of seeds, for not-meat.
My mind doth question Warly's allegiances.
Those might look nice glued to my helm.
Cursed nectar of Helheim!
Bestow succor upon that poor soul, lest they perish in that cursed tar.
What is that flotant herfang?
The goo hath been contained.
Thy morsels, it doth preserveth.
Once a mighty deathtrap, now a pantry.
Peasant's work.
It lacks its gem.
Showtime!
Blaze brightly, for all to see.
Its soul hath departed to the realm of the dead.
Back for more, are we?
God of the moon, shine thy smile upon me!
'Tis spirited.
An empty vessel.
Aha, there are warriors among you!
Revenge is thine inheritance.
A spirit trapped between worlds.
'Tis all that remains.
Cursed blossoms of the dead.
'Tis a powerful elixir!
'Tis a powerful elixir!
'Tis a powerful elixir!
'Tis a powerful elixir!
'Tis a powerful elixir!
'Tis a powerful elixir!
'Tis a powerful elixir!
'Tis a powerful elixir!
'Tis a powerful elixir!
A gift! From... the gods?
I must show my allies how much they are valued!
Neither a house nor a meal I will enjoy.
You shall not escape me!!
I will fight thee for defying thy meaty origins.
Such beauty!
T'will win any battle, surely!
'Twas forged in flame.
A majestic goober.
It slumbers.
It was once a wonder of the woods.
A wonder of the woods.