Words of the Constant
It doth shine with the radiance of Baldur.
I shall see to it.
The crab shall dwell where I see fit.
For a swift journey to the sea witch.
What concoction do I fancy?
The sea witch is brewing her concoction.
Methinks Odin craved the witch's brew.
The sea witch hath abandoned her post!
'Twill reinvigorate any weary warrior.
Odd, I do not see the fire giant...
Perhaps a fire giant slumbers beneath!
Will this build ne'er be finished?
The sea witch seems to be pleased with it.
The old crone resides here?
Linger not thy gaze upon the accursed rags of the sea witch!
By the wind's touch, it doth dance.
Our labor hath been rewarded!
A fresh bounty of shells to adorn our battlements.
The battle is won, but at what cost?
I shall protect it with my life!
Vikings do not wear horns.
Home is where the hearth is!
Signs of a battle past.
A most well placed sign.
I shall write a tale of triumph!
Sticky and gross.
Wouldn't make much of a comb.
A feast!
A feast!
How I long for battle.
The sight of it chills even my courageous Viking heart.
A warrior shapes her luck, yet spurning Odin's favor is folly.
A true test of willpower.
'Tis imbued with the power of the moon!
Odd, I do not see the fire giant...
Perhaps a fire giant slumbers beneath!
Oh no! The giant is trapped!
Fenrir's spawn!
A fallen foe.
Burial by fire.
Rest well, fallen foe.
The dead walk again!
These hounds are true warriors.
A token of a successful conquest.
A beautiful ranged weapon. Fit for a coward.
It casts a spell upon the dogged beasts.
A loyal companion, if ever there were one.
An ensconced water sprite!
An unfortunate casualty of battle.
Reminds me of home.