Dead man

They call him the dead man, there are resurrected figures who deserve that nick name more then him but he keeps it. He is a man who can tell you the most important thing in the world, once someone once tried to call him cheat code, until that person was found dead his body scaterred in 12 locations and the word dead man written in blood in each one.

Hero’s, villains and monsters know of him and his price, One thing, one job and his terms are always to be met. You see in fantasy the hero can find his way, maybe through trial and error and their might be a humours interval but in reality when you have really hit a brick wall and you have no idea what to do, you have to see the dead man. He’ll look tired and he’ll wear the uniform of a major coffee chain at times, but he will give you the information you need, at a price, what one does with the facts is up to them.

Universe: Terror Cock
Hero: Cliché

I’m dead man, as my part of a payment I have a seventh dimensional being write my story, it will only take him a moment and the amount of access i gave to him makes me uncomfortable, but i’ll edit it later to make sure he didn’t mention how sexy he was. I’m sat in a tavern drinking a pint of something which tastes like an alcoholics yeast infection and waiting, I need to be here for various reasons i can tell when I’m needed. The hero walks in with his usual entourage of, princess in disguise as a thief, magician or as i like to call them toe dippers, an insanely hairy man carrying a club with shiny shards sticking out of it and a man cloaked entirely in shadow. I want to be clear about the man cloaked in shadow i don’t mean that euphemistically like hes all in black, but ever shadow in the tavern ran up against him to give him the effect of a man in billowing robes with darkness that moved over him like a dark ocean.

Evidently they knew they were looking for me, the man who wears all black except for a green emblem over his heart.