Words of the Constant
There is little honor in using such a weapon, yet I am intrigued.
Leave it for the farmers.
'Tis the mark of a noble leader to care for her warriors so.
'Tis rather useful for a foul little doll.
The blood will make me strong.
You are not large enough to be a steed.
Loot trumped desecration!
Are there treasures beneath the gravestones?
Ha ha! Another!
It makes me long for the stage!
It hath a glow about it.
A warrior's tool!
Foul vegetable, you will taste my spear!
Defend thyselves, my allies!
This helm runs flush with the forest's magic!
Naught but ash.
Destroy the source of its unholy power!
'Twas consumed by a mighty inferno!
An empty home for forest sprites.
It is growing strong and hearty.
A blight has beset this log. Another!
Not all can withstand the frost giant's touch.
The forest sprite has taken root.
The forest sprite has returned a glorious bounty!
Laid to waste.
A gift from the earth.
Tis a spotted spotlight!
'Twas consumed by Hel's fire.
I demand strong, passionate colors. Red!
Behold! It blazes bright!
The smell fills me with loathing.
What a great effect!
I do like its glow.
Strange magic indeed.
The smell fills me with loathing.
I'll fight alongside you any day!
I don't care for mushrooms.
The smell fills me with loathing.
An enthusiastic performance!
What magic is this?
The smell fills me with loathing.
This mushroom needs to be retired.
The beast seeks vengeance!
'Tis cursed!
Curses! The dead devoureth the dead!
Thou art blasphemy made flesh!
The beast hath been changed by strange magicks!
May you find rest.
What infernal creature doth mine eyes see!
The beast slumbers soundly.