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Freedom's what you take!

Feel free to breathe... if you have a respiratory system.

I feel most alive when rapidly approaching my death.

Wonderful, so many willing test subjects.

Let's take that geyser over there! My gear is waterproof. Who do you think I am, Mirage?

Trust your senses and victory will follow.

Pop the smoke, make 'em broke.

Who's ready to fly on a zipline? I am!

The odds are... well, they involve math.

Don't worry, it's easy. Bleed, patch, and keep moving.

Champion challenger means little if you die.

You ain't that bright if you wanna take me on.

The gods favor my aim today.

I am Blóðhundr, you can call me Bloodhound.

Jeder Heilige hat eine Vergangenheit und jeder Sünder hat eine Zukunft.

Der Amerikanische Traum war mehr wie ein Albtraum.

The American dream was more like a nightmare.

Wer zu viel riskiert, läuft Gefahr, alles zu verlieren. Wer wiederum zu wenig vom Leben erwartet, bekommt am Ende vielleicht gar nichts.

The guy who wants too much risks losing absolutely everything. Of course, the guy who wants too little from life might not get anything at all.

Familie sind nicht die, mit denen man geboren wird, sondern die, für die man sterben würde.

Family isn't who you're born with, it's who you die for.

Here it was, my happy home for the next ten years. It looked like crap and smelled like piss. Too bad I was out of the Army and the war had just ended; I would have preferred dodging bullets in Europe to this.

What does freedom really mean, when demanded of you by a god?

If you make a promise, you keep it, if you make a mistake, you apologize. And if you give someone a dream, you defend it to the end.

What you lacked was not wind. It's courage that's allowed you to become the first flying birds of this world.

In the perpetual meantime of a sheltered eternity, most are content to live, and not to dream.
But in the hidden corners where the gods' gaze does not fall, there are those who dream of dreaming.

My greatest wish? It has always been to roam free and experience the whole world. Now I would add that wherever I go, it simply must be with you! Each day with you is an adventure, and where adventurers go, storytellers must follow!

The rules of war are woven in the womb: the victors shall burn bright, while the losers must turn to ash.

The God of Wisdom's enemy is wisdom itself, and the oasis of knowledge is a mirage in the desert of ignorance.

The war has already begun. It is just a continuation of past battles.
The gods goad us on with the promise of their seven treasures. Rewards for the worthy. The doorway to divinity.
Yet buried in the depths of this world lies smoldering remains, a warning to those that dare trespass.
"That throne in the sky is not reserved for you"
But mortal arrogation never stops.
None will escape the flames.
See for yourself.

The world is full of lost ballads just waiting to be rediscovered.

The God of Contracts, senselessly slaughtered as his people watched on in horror.
In the end, he will sign the contract to end all contracts.

The wind permeates all, cleansing both mind and body.

Why are you so obssesed with other Paimons? Do I no longer satisfy your Paimonial needs?

Now, you who has set foot in this world.
Your journey has reached its end, but one final doorway remains.
Step forth, if you have understood the meaning of your journey.
Defeat me, command me to step aside, show me that you are worthier than I to rescue her.
Then, the threads of all fate will be yours to re-weave.
My memory has all but faded completely... but I will always remember how much she too, loved these flowers.

Never mess with a magical chick!

Stürze dich nie auf einen Vorteil, sobald er offenbar wird. Warte ab, bis du den maximalen Effekt erzielen kannst.

Don't exploit an advantage just because it emerges; wait until the optimal moment, then strike.

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

The stars in the sky are going out. One by one. But no one notices it. No one can stop it. I'm racing to the last place where there is still hope. I need to make it before... before it is too late. Sounds of agony will quickly fade. The world will be destroyed. Even the memory of it will be gone. And even if there is absolutely no chance of bringing it all back... there will always be someone who is willing to do the impossible. In a place without space. Without time. Without memories.

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.