Deb

Deb’s laugh is contagious. A shrill and sickening sound that borders on uncanny and yet is too bubbly and light to be ignored. One could call it a sickness, perhaps. If you hear it, know that she is up to no good. Maybe contorting her own reanimated corpse to pull some sort of prank, or she might be gutting some poor sap. It’s quite a large scale of what she defines as ‘appropriate to laugh at.’ Her role in Zenith is a rather niche one, but important nonetheless. She is a scout for the assassins of Zenith and holds just enough connection to the “foul” to edge them in a certain direction or towards a particular goal. Of course, no one can completely control them, only Lord Acrissus Letariah holds that kind of power. But they tend to favor Deb’s little mental nudges more. It is quite a sight to see her charge through the Viridian Labyrinth, cackling with a battalion of rotten flesh and sinew in tow. - by Frostlightles