Words of the Constant
It is possessed by angry spirits!
Rest well, wicked spirit.
Hel's influence has corrupted thee, no doubt!
It slumbers soundly.
They look like the little beasts, but lack the ferocity.
They look like the little beasts, but lack the ferocity.
They look like the little beasts, but lack the ferocity.
They look like the little beasts, but lack the ferocity.
They look like the little beasts, but lack the ferocity.
They look like the little beasts, but lack the ferocity.
They look like the little beasts, but lack the ferocity.
Flowers won't protect you in battle!
Prepare for slumber!
I'm more comfortable around my own fire.
The fuel of darkness!
The very ground hath split and released nightmares upon us!
It harnesses dark powers from beneath.
I am wary of this pie.
Nothing stirs.
Barely any magic remains.
The magic slumbers far from here.
The magic power holds steady.
It's starting to retreat!
It's starting...
The magic is heightening!
A weapon worthy of Thor.
It takes a brave warrior to wield this sword.
It contains explosive components.
A boon from the burning rain.
With this, my grip shan't falter!
Cast it upon the ground, and thine footing shall be true.
I care not for learning about that which sprouts from the dirt.
The Norseman's way to sail!
Back to the sea!
In a true warrior's hands, anything might be a weapon.
Naught but a barren basin.
Perhaps a sword-wielding maiden lies beneath.
Tis naught but a clump of mud and grass!
My keen hunter's eyes can detect the smallest nibble!
Fly straight and true!
Fly straight and true!
Njord, guide my line!
Njord, guide my line!
The line hath need of a float.
My keen hunter's eyes can detect the smallest nibble!
Fly straight and true!
Fly straight and true!
It doth feel a bit like cheating...
Only the greatest of fish will dare take a bite!
The old crone has enchanted it to work best in the rain.