“Alliteration almost always annoys the artistically archaic.”
Once known for his imaginative and antiestablishment plays and poems, the bard called Asmodeus has turned his barbed wit towards the green horde with a passion. It’s not that the zombies understand his utterances in combat, but they possess a cadence and flow that draw in his fellow survivors, allowing them all to fight almost as one. Asmodeus is never seen without his grinning mask, and rumor holds that he was horribly disfigured in the opening days of the black plague. When asked, Asmodeus himself simply grins, and remains, as ever, an enigma.