Bell Keeper
An old set of armor that is oddly comfortable. Belonged to a Bell Keeper.
To this day, the forbidden love of the Princes of Alken and the Princess of Venn manipulate these marionettes.
Surely they never imagined that their dolls would outlast their own kingdom.
Ding-Dong. Ding-Dong. Ding-Dong.
"Hah hah hah hah! Ho ho ho oh!" The Bell Keeper wildly clapped as the loud sounds of the ringing bells high above them. "Yes, yes! Keep it going, rip them up, tear them apart!"
He can hear them out there, the cutting, the smashing, the stabbing, the ripping! All for love! Forever true!
Snip-snap, joints into place. Click-clack, neck into the torso. Ring-bang, helmet on head.
"'I love you more than anything', he said," the Bell Keeper laughed, his voice lower pitched.
"'I love you too, but we can't be together, they won't let us', she said," he repeated to himself, in a higher pitch.
A body fell from the rafters above, crashing into a pile of pieces of retired Bell Keepers, bits of armor and helmets and limbs and heads allover the place. The undead in question gave a gurgling choke as their body vanished, dissolving into smoke.
"Undead, undead!" he cheered. "Got unlucky you did! Dead again, throat stabbed! Come again soon!"
Sometime later, maybe minutes, maybe years, the undead came back.
"Just how long have you been doing this?" he asked, looking the demented dwarf up and down.
"Forever since ever!" he replied, excitement on the edge of his voice. "And we'll keep ringing the bell 'till all our heads fall off! For the prince and the princess, forever true!" He cackled, rocking back and forth on his ledge, kicking his feet wildly.
"You're insane, you know that don't you?" the undead replied, flatly.
"You're insane!" he snapped back. "The prince and princess, forever true, made us to guard these bells forever and ever. Can't be insane if we guard this bell, can we?" A mad giggle. "The prince and the princess, they loved each other so much, love's not crazy, not one bit! The head and the heart, they but one thing, what the head wants the heart wants. The heart can never be wrong if the head is wrong, that won't make any sense."
"B-But that doesn't make any sense either," the said, looking at the dwarf in confusion.
Leaning forward, the Bell Keeper began to harshly whisper. "It don't have too. You protect the bell, that's all you need to know! Who cares if you don't think it makes sense, just so long as you kill and rend and split and main! Protect the bells! Hah hah hah hah! Ho ho ho oh!" Clutching his belly, he fell backwards, wildly kick his legs back and forth in the air.
The undead stared at the strange little man for a time, before hearing the sounds of bells above. Shouldering his axe he began to walk towards the stairs.
"True love forever true!" the dwarf cackled.