Words of the Constant
Squashing these would be a waste of future battles.
Ripped from the abdomen of a slain spider.
A perfect way to infiltrate the enemy camp.
Webbing. Never a good sign.
Webbing. Never a good sign.
Finally, a true test of my abilities.
May you be honored in your burning.
Here lieth a worthy foe.
Rest was your right, not this accursed waking.
You are so sneaky!
Be you the healer of your clan?
It is only fit for the small toothy beasts.
I'll smash you!
It has breathed its last.
One of Hel's beasts, surely!
It slumbers.
The spiderchild uses it to manage his horde.
That one's feisty.
Victory once again!
The champion of the spiders. To battle!
It is cowardly to attack a sleeping enemy.
Have at thee, water walkers!
'Tis a spider war horn.
You smell of your failure.
Age has only made this food gross, not wise.
At peace, benevolent flame spirit.
I'll direct this light where I please.
It carries an explosive power...
At peace, benevolent forest spirit.
I'll direct this light where I please.
At peace, benevolent river spirit.
I'll direct this light where I please.
It lights my voyage through murky waters.
Frigid as a frost giant's heart.
Behold! A gift from Wotan!
To attack from afar is not my preferred way of combat.
A storm of pain.
Keep thy hand from out mine fires!
Merely a table.
Merely a table.
Keep thy hand from out mine fires!
Cave boulder.
A pointy rock of sorts.
It lives to battle once more!
Tis no mindless beast!
A fiend woven from the night!
The enemy of my enemy is my ally.
We journey to find the hidden plunder!
That wasn't very respectful.
A curious homage to the gods.