Greetings fellow Champions and Summoners,

Once again important matters have kept me from properly maintaining my own QA column. From now on, however, I'm back and ready to answer more of your questions. So ask, and I'll answer, for you to know more about Yorick Mori.

((Uh, it's tougher than i thought - I have never roleplayed in english before. If anyone would be kind enough to check my grammar and spelling from time to time it would be awesome. If not, I'll manage somehow. :P Oh, and btw as much as I liked previous Yoricks I would prefer to begin from scratch. It's easier this way for me.))

How does it feel Yorick when I wont die. HAHAHAHA.

-King Tryndamere

Yorick,

Are the ghouls you summon the remnants of spirits you carried off, or something else?

Also, breakfast of champions?

-Jay

((Good luck; I bet you can do it. ))

((Welcome, I'll happily track and correct grammar and spelling when I notice it.))

Yorick,

As Jay just stole my signature question, I pose to you this one, what is your dinner of champions?

-Paltala

I have no problem with it at all. You may avoid the inevitable only for so long, before someone cuts you down. Though I must admit I find it quite amusing, when we're in the same team and I summon my Omen of Death on you right before your legendary rage ends.

Dear Jay,

Your suspection is indeed not that far from the truth, however there is a bit of difference. You see, not all of the spirits treat their demise in the same way. Some of them are perfectly willing to go on and have no problem to pass further, while another do need some help from "specialist", like me. Finally there are those who simply won't pass, whether they are too afraid or simply cannot accept that their time came to an end. Whenever I find such cases I usually end up taking care of them, in return they fight me and help me with some tasks, when two hands are simply not enough. I guess you could call them my pets, though probably nobody would find them adorable.

As for you question about breakfast, well... I haven't eaten in such a long time, that I can't even recall how does food taste like.

None, I'm afraid. Eating lost it's purpose for me long ago.

Gravedigger,

The Shadow Isles have granted thee a chance to redeem thy family's noble name, among other such favors to thee. Even now, thou art regarded by numerous others as something of a noble once more among the unliving. I believe that the time to collect upon these favors is soon to be upon us. The Shadow soon shall emanate forth, washing the living from this world like a great flood. Will ye partake in the coming crusades, to serve thy new masters?

Hecarim, the Shadow of War

Shadow of War,

I knew you would eventually come by. Your arrival is a proof, that alot has changed in the Shadow Isles since I left. I must, however, inform you that I shall not be a part of your crusade. Rest assured though, that I will not stand against it as well, I shall only watch the upcoming war and then step in afterwards. Exactly like my "art", as you were kind enough to describe it, requires me.

Role of the Gravedigger is not to wage wars or be part of them, only to clean the whole mess afterwards. So no matter of the final result I'll be there, ready to offer my services to all those who have fallen, no matter their allegiance.

I will follow the future endeavors of your crusade with great interest, and hope that in the end you will bring glory to the Shadow Isles.

Sincerely,
Yorick Mori

Dear Yorick,

How fat was your momma?

I fail to understand the purpose of this question. Is this what you, warmskins, use to invoke anger from others?

Nevertheless I'm afraid I do not quite remember "my momma", so I cannot answer this, but I think I might know a relative of yours. No hair... sagging flesh... always going on about brains. Ring any bells?

(( You, sir, asked for this. Fight fire with fire or something along the lines. For stupid questions I will have only stupid answers... if any at all. ))

Have you made graves for my fellow brethren and my 'family'? Yes? If so, I hope you did bury them in a proper way. The proper way being tossed into a pile of trash. That is what they all were. And that is what they only WILL be for making me an outcast of my own kind! But now I start a new 'kind'. Better than the last, one that deserves to be buried by you.