Boresh Viskampt Mortheim

Boresh. His name sends shivers up your spine. He’s an old man. He owns a monkey-goblin named Paulto. And he’s probably the last person you want to wake up on a slab to see holding a scalpel to your forehead. His voice is a rasp. His mind is a labyrinth of painful ways to discover. And he is still out there.

Hall of Infamy Accomplishments:
 * Invented and distributed the world’s first iteration of nerve gas. Dubbed “The Cure”, he tricked many Guilds into unknowingly, at least through common perception, the contracts were VERY clear of the intents, releasing a devastatingly effective and horrifically painful chemical weapon that eradicated the Covetooth Reavers in a matter of minutes. Taking the appearance of a greasy, cloying, bilious and purple smog, The Cure did its job. Very well. Hundreds of combatants died an agonizing death, choking and dissolving with all pain amplified. The results were so thorough and horrifying that the survivors, as sparse as they were, immediately surrendered, and under orders of Dexter Pahldrick, were hung and executed.
 * Has played surgeon on hundreds of occasions, ripping minds asunder and replacing memories with different sets to see the results. All of this was done to see what would happen, rather than with some clear goal in mind.
 * Traumatized, and most likely drove to her title, Mad Mag the Magpie for her early life, pre-Aius, and has recently given her a bottle of potion that he assures will “Allow your friends to see you as the horrid little monster you truly are, rather than the one you present yourself as.”
 * Was last seen taking samples of creatures and water stained by “The Cure”.