Words of the Constant
'Tis a handful of seeds, for not-meat.
The spoils of war!
It weaves the cold from thin air!
Gathering has never been so easy.
A stone of orange.
May Odin guide us.
A staff of magical movement.
A crafty pillager. I cannot help but respect it.
Empty, alas.
There is loot for the taking.
Then sink, wretched raft! A Viking hath no fear of the sea!
It hath a most hardy exterior.
May you grow tall and strong.
A shard of tree armor.
It must be returned to the earth.
It contains a mystery.
My eyes doth deceive me, tis surely meat.
I prefer to face my enemies awake.
May it carry forth the record of my saga.
Once the berries hath been removed, tis a fine dessert indeed.
You will be felled this day.
Birds of the sea, come from afar.
It shall not rise from these ashes.
A bad omen.
Unnatural metamorphosis!
Its mere presence offends me.
Back, vile vegetables!
It is not worthy of my consumption.
You are the champion of the peppers, then?
Smaller versions of vegetables still offend me.
You cannot run forever!
Tis a fan for mine hand.
Laid to waste.
We must give it the gift of life.
What treasures shall I bestow upon thee?
Pockets of meat.
Thank you Froh for this gift!
T'would make a most worthy offering to the gods!
These were not made by Froh.
T'would make a most worthy offering to the gods!
My mere presence struck terror into their tree-hearts!
The secretions of a terrible beast!
A mechanical songstress.
A trusty tool for securing spear and helm materials.
Neither stone nor structure shall stand in my way!
A briny taste of the sea!
The warrior spirit runs deep within him.
He rages with berserker fury.
He shall not soil mine warrior reputation!
Hath the strength of Yggdrasil.