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I didn't realize we'd known each other for so long now. Time flies! You know, following you on your journey might just be the most fun I've had in my whole life. I hope it stays that way.

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

I love it when it snows. The world falls completely silent... and I can sleep undisturbed.

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.

Balance must be maintained, and yet destinies remain variable. Death has its own rules, and yet is still hard to predict. Remember - no matter where, no matter when, no matter what the reason - one should never poke fun at death.

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

I, Fischl, have roamed the galaxy and traversed countless worlds. I have learned the fate of ten thousand universes and have had revealed unto me the destiny of every living soul.

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.

Power is necessary if we are to meet our objectives.

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

Relationships are... quite troublesome. Once you establish a relation with someone, you must continue to maintain it; if you lose contact, you must reestablish the relation. This taxing cycle requires a lot of time.

The birdsong at daybreak is nature's gift to us. Let us go. Our journey begins anew.

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.

Trade relies on both contracts and fairness. There is one thing you must never forget when making and abiding by a contract: if fairness is lost, then the contract shall become proof of one's deception.

"When the last sparks of the fireworks have disappeared into the sky, they turn into rain and snow, and will fall upon the earth again, nourishing the land and nurturing humanity, so that someday they can be sent up into the sky again and display their magnificence." Of the many stories my father told me, this one is my favorite.

If you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door, call out my name. Adeptus Xiao. I will be here when you call.

I am Qiqi. I am a zombie. And I forgot what comes next.

Never mess with a magical chick!

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.

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!

There are some things you weren't meant to see… such as tomorrow.

No business but war, no family but death, no mercy but the grave!

Terrorblade? More like terrible with a blade.

Okay, here's the plan. Look, I'll hit em, and you just stand there looking… small and… weak.

There's a fine line between bravery and stupidity.

You shall not cast!

Your mind is mine! Not like you were using it anyway.

Moonlight shines upon the guilty and the innocent alike.