Words of the Constant
Wretched Hel's fire!
A clever ruse. It is not corn at all.
A confection to strike terror into any warrior's heart!
Monsters, prepare to do battle with a Viking's teeth!
The perfect treat!
What have I done to anger the gods so?
That monarch swine insults me.
I shall uncover its secret center!
The battle was mighty, yet in the end the worm was consumed!
Tis Berserker magic.
Fortune hath smiled upon me today!
A meager reward for my troubles.
Hel's fuel.
Changeling elixir.
Meant to hang from Yggdrasil's kin!
Decoration! Prepare to be hung from something!
It shall strike fear unto the hearts of mine foes!
'tis but a decoration!
It shalt be hung from the highest branch!
Huginn? Or Muninn?
A weapon fit for the great dining halls!
More fit for labor than battle.
I am worthy!
It is filled with the hair of the woolen beasties.
'Tis a pillow from Njoror's domain.
As good a use as any for flimsy petals.
Only the strong-willed could sleep on such a thing.
Ha! I am no coward, pass it this way!
Flowers cannot stop a spear.
Be filled with life!
This slime doth soothe me.
A ward against flame. 'Tis also quite moisturizing for the skin.
Blessings of magicks within.
The stone has taken on cold!
Cold teeth bite at me!
A stone of great use!
Loge would be proud.
The stone has taken on warmth!
Deceiver! Thou art a prickly pox upon my stage!
A thorny bramble.
Be ye a sea witch? Or just an old crone?
To warm mine blood 'gainst Niflheim's bitter frost!
A potion to keep madness at bay.
It doth quell the raging storm within.
By the draught, lunar beasts take no heed of us!
It steadies a warrior's nerves.
The berserker's brew!
It shall quench the heat of Surtr's wrathful breath.
An elixir to replenish a warrior's vigor!
It is no more.