Zitate und Sprüche aus Valheim

This place was too hot for Ulf, a man used to brushing snow from his beard. He carved this stone and moved on.

Do you come to gloat, little thing? Do you know how many times I have been killed, broken, banished, burned and buried? You are not the first and you will not be the last.

Thank you, warrior. We who lived on in this shape were denied the peace of death for too long. We go now...

Commerce is the only thing that separates us from the beasts.

Fight, build, explore. It all ends in the grave.

Long ages past, he wore a crown
Beneath a blood-red sky Now naught is left of all he was But his spirit cannot die

Black wings across the moon and sun
Down from the mountain our mother comes Her weeping tears will fall like rain Her voice will call us home again

Wanderer, look to your feet
That tread upon our tomb One thousand bones without their meat Will drag you to your doom

First of the Forest, King-in-the-Wood
Lord over those who dwell at his feet His roots will grow where cities once stood Their blood his wine, their flesh his meat

His antlers are branches of iron
They crack the rocks and bring down mountains His hooves are the sound of thunder His voice a howling gale

We're all lost here. The gods turned their eyes from Valheim a long time ago.

Once again, you run at the head of your warriors, the weight of your father's axe in your hand.
You wake with the war-cry on your lips…

You dream that you are flying over mountaintops, all of Valheim spread out below you.

As you wheel and dive in the cold air, a great shape soars up past you to block the sun. In the darkness, it speaks. Seek me.

Good friend, lay your hand on this stone and remember Harald, who carved it. In Midgard I lost my life on the battlefield but in Valheim it was restored to me. Yet still my battle continued.

In the green meadows I fought Eikthyr the Great Stag and lost an eye to his horns.

In the deep woods I gave my shield hand to the Old Man of the Forest, and took a draugr arrow below my ribs that my fingers can still feel.

On the mountainside I fought the Mother Drake and she bit off my leg at the knee so that I must walk always with a staff.

Now my last battle must be at hand. When I sleep this time, where will I wake?

In my dreams, Odin came to me as an old man leaning on a stick, a wide-brimmed traveler's hat on his head. He told me to trust the ravens who carry his words under their tongues and to carve this stones that others might know his will. We must kill the Forsaken to find our places in his hall at Valhalla.

Watch for him in moonlight
Haunter of the night.
Soft of foot
Sharp of tooth
Slow to stalk
Quick to bite.

Halt and listen, traveler. On the highest peaks of Valheim, the air is thin and fragile. From here you can sometimes catch sounds from other places, the ring of battle on Midgard, the roar of a feast in Valhalla or the shriek of a Valkyrie as she crosses the space between the worlds.

Let all who read me beware of the Greydwarfs, the skulkers in darkness, the soulless ones. They are born from rot and rainfall, they spring like mushrooms from the smoking soil. There is nothing on their tongues or behind their eyes, those who fear nothing should still fear them.

When the soul of a murderer or a great sinner rots under the ground, it makes a hollow cyst which draws rock and wood and moss to it. It gathers up the peat into flesh, braids reeds into bone and takes rags for skin. It should not walk but when the night comes it walks. Should you who read this see one with a sword to your hand, lance it and let it out. Or put it to the torch, for it fears the flame.

In order to prove your worth you have been sent to the 10th Norse world - Valheim. Only by surviving and fighting in a harsh environment with many mythical monsters and beasts will you prove your worth to the gods. For those who don't prove their worth though, the only place they will find is Hel - The underworld, where their soul will be tormented for centuries. Or maybe you will be one of the strong warriors who will prove their worth and earn the favor of the gods, then your place will be in Valhalla - a majestic, enormous hall located in Asgard, and by your side Odin.

I am Hugin, sent here to guide you in your travels.
The megaliths surrounding you are the Sacrificial Stones. They represent the Forsaken, which you must slay in order to ascend to Valhalla.

Long ago, the allfather Odin united the worlds. He threw down his foes and cast them into the tenth world, then split the boughs that held their prison to the world-tree, and left it to drift unanchored, a place of exile...

For centuries, this world slumbered uneasily. But it did not die... As glacial ages passed, kingdoms rose and fell out of sight of the gods.

When Odin heard his enemies were growing once again in strength, he looked to Midgard and sent his Valkyries to scour the battlefields for the greatest of their warriors. Dead to the world, they would be born again...

...In Valheim!

Incoming friendly fire! Dodge - or don't. Your call.

Dispense peace with the ultimate weaponry!

Return, refit, and redeploy to purge the stain of this failure with the peroxide of victory.

Sylvanas: "Isn't it obvious, Warchief? I serve the Horde."
Garrosh: "Watch your clever mouth, b*tch!"

My ideals have no stains.
I must correct you. People here bear no sins in the eyes of the gods... Only laws and the Tribunal can judge someone.
They can judge even me. So praise my magnificence and purity.

Look at me. I'm cranked on speed most of the time, but I'm productivity personified.

Michael: "I'm trying to relate to you."
Jimmy: "No, you're trying to take me on some nostalgia trip. You're such a cliche."
Michael: "Oh! says the dope-smoking, game-playing, live-at-home, world-owes-him-a-living millennial."

Lester: "It's hard to get motivated on a job without financial incentive."
Michael: "You can't put a price on freedom."

CJ: "Can you shoot?"
The Truth: "Kid, I'm a hippie. The only thing I've shot is acid. I did see a guy snort it once though. Thought his nose was a kangaroo and the moon was a dog!"

Sweet Johnson: "You're dressed like a hooker!"
Kendl: "You two would know what a hooker looks like."
CJ: "You say that like it's a bad thing."

CJ: "Does the Pope shit in the woods?"
Cesar: "Why you always saying that? I already told you. Where the holiness does his business, is his business."

Eddie's got two tickets to paradise, and I do too... In my pants.

CJ: "You do know that I'm black, right? And not Chinese?"
Woozie: "I'm blind, Carl... not stupid."

Oh, Anna. I was expecting an arrow from Cupid, and got a bullet from an ugly motherf*cker instead!

Some call them demons, I call them b*tches!

Is that a gun in your pocket? Or are you just happy to see me?'

Grove Street. Home. At least it used to be until I f*cked everything up.

If it's hostile - you kill it.

It appears that the devastation we brought upon ourselves was complete; Heaven, Hell and Purgatory were atomized as well. So when a soul leaves the body it has nowhere to go, and must remain here, in the Metro. A harsh, but not undeserved atonement for our sins, wouldn't you agree?

How about a nice cup of liber-tea?

Injury? What injury??

Say hello to democracy!

Freedom never sleeps!

Heaven is eternal, earth is enduring.

Good results don't come without a price.

If for instance, everything is predetermined by destiny, then my survival must have been too. In that case, it must mean I still have a purpose to fulfill until the day my life comes to an end.

My name is Lich. You can call me "Lichi" if you want...

There are two kinds of people in this world. The healthy people and the unhealthy people. The question is, which one will take control of the world?

Happy new year. Not that there's anything to be happy about, though... I'm just saying it because it's the norm.