Words of the Constant
The beast has been roused beneath!
We've freed the figure slumbering in the stone.
A follower of Mimir, mayhaps?
An abandoned monument to the gods?
Might we come to regret this action?
The beast has been roused beneath!
An icon of evil, surely!
Dost thou yearn for a body?
Warriors are not concerned with decorative sculptures.
Gods help us on Mani's night.
The beast has been roused beneath!
I fear we've unleashed a great evil.
It has strayed from the warrior's path.
Tis no more.
A seafaring Viking is keen of mind and sharp of wit.
A meal fit for a Viking queen.
I shall not dash mine ship upon thee!
'Tis a trap!
It burns bright like the sword of Surtr.
For carrying worthless seeds.
Tiny nature bits.
Tiny nature bits, cooked to death.
May the secrets of this land be divulged by the gods.
I am no seamstress, but repairs are sometimes necessary.
The stuffed man hath met a fiery end.
It shall make for some fine target practice.
Luckily I need be no seamstress with this!
This serf is not being treated with dignity.
I hope this serf is being treated with dignity.
Blackest hearts. Darkest omens.
A chasm to Hel itself.
The beast be clad in formidable armor.
Overthrown, yet the beast's fury remaineth!
A twain-headed beast!
To arms, fiend!
All thou shall taste is the bite of my spear!
I shall wipe that grin off thine face.
Keep away thy cursed embrace.
Thou art swift, but not swift enough!
I shall bring down many a beast with that cursed axe.
We shall ride again!
It doth conjure powerful, accursed things...
Dare I toy with such a thing?
Such gifts bear ill fortune.
They deserved better.
Do you come to challenge me, sea beast?
Whether land or sea, a shallow grave waits for thee.
The sea witch hath shared her ways with us. A high honor, indeed.
Tis naught but a clump of shells.
Why cower behind a shield when you can strike with it!