Words of the Constant
Do you sense the presence of a wee beast around here?
Seems there's no beasties to be found.
Glory to you, mighty beast!
They must be too far for him to catch the scent.
He's on the case!
He's on another's case!
Remove yourself from my sight, cowardly weed!
Hmm, it doth appear that foul weed has a use after all.
T'would make a most worthy offering to the gods!
Ha! Finally, a worthy foe!
Give me your best shot, I'll not hold back!
A cleft in the earth.
You will bend to my blade, toadstool!
Something emerges!
It will not pass my lips!
It boasts reddest guts, yet 'tis not meat!
It's only good for throwing.
'Tis a handful of seeds, for not-meat.
It doesn't match my costume.
It hath been touched by dark magic.
Perfect for a nighttime assault.
Pie hath redeemed itself!
By the power of the sand!
To save my allies the journey.
I shall desert this foul place!
A present from the mighty lion!
Meat of the nut is not true meat.
Let us battle with honor!
A marvel of science.
A well constructed trap. Tonight we feast!
A most clever trap for one's foes.
Its flame is spent.
A warrior is always prepared.
Woe to the toes of all who pursue me!
My enemies shall regret crossing me... or crossing that.
I shalln't be vanquished that easily.
My warrior's instinct sounds - but why!
A treacherous trap.
An excellent mace wasted, buried in the ground.
Its walls were torn down by fire.
A place to store my helm and spear whilst I rest.
Enough room to store an entire armory!
I am always ready.
A dead end! I must stand and fight.
An offering to the trees, may they carry it on to great Yggdrasil itself.
The flames doth devour the noble sapling! Aye, its final saga draws to a close.
Now, the spoils like ripe for the taking.
This stout sapling be a mighty champion indeed, bearin' aloft a boulder fit to crush lesser foes!
A greenling that may be of some worth, or so the tale goes.
'Tis said this humble seed holds mighty potential.