Words of the Constant
Warm, but not suited for combat.
The measuring device has been slain by Loge.
If only it measured the heat of battle.
The essence of Jol!
The wait is almost at an end.
Locked in a glorious cooking battle.
At long last, we feast!
A hearth for cooking a glorious feast!
How dost I free you from the bread, man of ginger??
Like a snowflake, it is a gift from the heavens!
T'would look as divine on the tree as in mine mouth!
Stay back, foul creation!
We feast tonight!
'Twas plucked straight from my nightmares!
Something so foul shall never pass my lips!
Warms the soul.
Imbibable eggs!
A fragile beauty that must be protected.
Tis not a celebration without a good battle!
Hath been forged in fires.
It feeds the festive spirit.
Tis a light enchantment, trapped inside a glass ball.
Normally I careth not for baubels. But these doth stir my heart most sweetly.
Woe! Misery!
Its beauty lives on in our hearts.
A majestic pine, worthy of celebration!
Grow strong, young one! It is your destiny!
Its beauty lives on in our hearts.
It awaits a grand tree!
The lair of the pinchy beasts.
The little beasties have acquired new armor!
Have at thee, morsel!
Sleep in Valhalla, armored one.
Your armor hides tasty meat.
Hail, beastie!
Hail, beastie!
Wouldst thou like a skritch behind thine ears?
Wouldst thou like a skritch behind thine ears?
Woby doth deserve all manner of fine victuals and sweetmeats.
Wolfgang packs a punch to rival a frost giant.
Wolfgang seems to have mistakenly fumbled a torch.
Health and strength to you, Wolfgang!
A valiant warrior should not be wasted. A heart, a heart!
You will pay for your heinous deeds, brute!
Wolfgang, son of Magni.
My ally will get our forces fighting fit!
Thou hast revealed thine true nature, beast!
Monkey trickery!
Hail, monkey!
It seems you have not fared well, beastie.