Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190815003529/@comment-7262318-20190821195717

Skald looked around at their expressions, frowning. "What? No yelling... screaming? Cursing in fear, maybe? I would also accept laughter and mass hysteria."

"Who in Oblivion are you?" Kaz hissed, reaching for his weapons.

"Quite a tricky question to answer. I may not even exist for all I know," Skald grinned. "I am but a humble servant to the Night Mother. I have heard them attempt to give me names. The Laughing Man. He-Who-Laughs. Homicidal Maniac... something along those lines."

"Night Mother..." Utahsi frowned. "You're an assassin?"

"Hardly!" Skald laughed. "In life, they called me humble Cicero... I cared for my mother, as everyone should do for their mother... kept her coffin safe and her form lively... and for my services, I am now here! Still her humble follower and humble servant... but more active in her whims and desires, hm?"

"... What do you want?" Vordel asked.

"Oh, well that depends... I do believe you are the ones mother spoke of... you are them, aren't you?" He asked.