Words of the Constant
'Tis no Bifrost, but 'twill do.
They reveal visions to my ally. I just hope she remains wary.
Ruined for eating, but primed for battle.
To absorb the felled queen's power!
A pile of ancient rocks.
A crown... that fights!
A warrior's wand!
Its days are not done.
What foul manner of chest is this?
I shall submit to the gods' judgment.
Mighty steeds can be unsaddled with this.
Now to find a faithful steed.
Oh to fly on the wings of Valkyrie!
A fine saddle for slaying.
I ride to victory or death!
We ride to victory!
A disappointing mush.
A fine place to store meats!
Minerals, not meat.
So the meat can season itself.
It hath a strange shape to it.
Tis the form of a sea nymph!
Formed as if by Odin's hand!
Naught but a stump!
To me, my briny ally!
The helm of one who holds command over the seas.
Tis a castle of sand!
The earth itself dares to fight me!
I do not think I can best this rock in combat.
Clever rock, you cannot surprise a warrior!
Nooo! My spears!
Disease festers within its soul.
It is weakening before mine eyes!
It longs to be a spear.
The small tree has been slain!
It has been shriveled by the heat.
The metal scout's report!
The scarecrow burns.
The scarecrow dost yearn for nothing, now.
Dost thou yearn for a brain?
Rest easy, spirit. Your fight is over.
From whence hath you come, mysterious page?
'Twas won in an invigorating battle!
An enchanted eye, to view the whole battlefield at once.
May the muses guide our hands!
Lain to waste.
A transformative altar for the stone gods.
The muses have been kind this day.
More apt for the halls of Valhalla.
Will this please the gods? Or anger them?