Words of the Constant
A specialized axe for chipping away at rocks.
A surprisingly effective mining and crushing implement.
I do enjoy some pickled herring around the holidays.
He's saturated with markings.
Rather hot-tempered.
Has an earthy musk to him.
I wonder what those green markings signify.
He's saturated with markings.
Rather hot-tempered.
Has an earthy musk to him.
I wonder what those green markings signify.
One of the warrior caste.
A face only necessity could love.
It's the charred remains of a head on a stick. Tsk!
Tut tut. It's a head on a stick.
The house had no fire-prevention system.
I wonder what they do in there.
The pig creatures have such prosaic taste in architecture.
That was quite rude.
He appears to be the leader of the village.
Don't worry, there are plenty more where that came from.
He seems to have bonded with me.
It's a semi-intelligent bipedal pig.
It appears to be a guardian.
It's a lycanthropic pig.
No use to me like this.
It needs a sacrifice of meat.
A Porcine tribute.
The haunch of a semi-intelligent bipedal pig.
Filthy.
I wonder how it's fueled.
A boon from the Pig King.
How did they manage to achieve such detail using pig hooves?
Conifer seeds encased in a mature strobilus.
Conifer seeds approaching maturity.
Oh dear. That does not bode well.
That appears to be the location indicated on the map.
Its design is effective at loosening earth.
The plant produced a meaty substance.
This looks much safer for consumption.
It seems to be a wearable directory of sorts, detailing various plant strains.
It's a... plant. Of some kind.
It is not yet ready for harvest.
It looks mature, now.
It couldn't survive the heat.
I suspect there's a deeper meaning to its storyline.
There is a rather dark metaphor here.
It's more a confession or retelling of events than a stage play.
Rather on-the-nose, if you ask me.
That no good is up to no good.