“Nothing I enjoy more than working with my axe.”
The Deathmaster’s name is clearly an affectation, yet few can pass it off without looking ridiculous. One need only see him in action to understand that it’s no hollow boast. The Deathmaster came to these lands in search of new music, strange enough. He had no notion of becoming a skald himself, but he could and would go great distances to hear something new. He hated nothing more than making such arduous journeys only to hear the exact same edda being performed with only slight variations. If the poser was egregious enough, the Deathmaster would take matters into his own hands.