Once a revered Daemonsmith of Hashut, Grimtooth Ironswagger devoted his life to fire, greed, and the bull god. Then it ended. Unable to escape a horrible smelting accident, because his feet had partially turned to stone, Grimtooth ended up buried alive under hundreds of tons of rubble. Not ones to waste building materials, the chaos Dwarfs sold off large quantities of stone to mysterious travelers who were interested in pyramid construction. Raised from the dead, partially by accident, Grimtooth Ironswagger was no more. His god, he believed, had protected him, and helped him return to life. His limbs had been replaced with the longer limbs of another statue, and he seemed to have acquired a tail. Still, the looking in to his eyes, one can not help but get lost in the fires of Zhar-Naggrund that burn deep within.

Alirith Vulturegaze was your typical teen girl from the wastes. All she cared about was spending time with her friends, watching Cabal Vision, and worshipping at the alter of the chaos god Tzeentch. Alirith plotted and planned, even getting a job at Big Chicken's Road House, scheming at ways to gain power and glory for her master. But every plan she made, it seemed that Tzeentch had other plans.

She is playing the long game, hoping to catch the Changer of Ways of guard.

Leshrak Not-Swim served a lifetime under Captain Skretch Half-dead. When that lifetime was over he, and the rest of the crew, found themselves transformed into something more. Something permanent. Like all Skaven, Leshrak had spent his life worshipping at the alter of the Great Horned Rat. He became the Chaplin of the pirate ship Skabrus in the Dreadfleet (after the previous Chaplin "accidently" drank some holy water), but found that few would heed his calls to worship. Once the ship went to shore, he set off, finding other preachers in the undead town square (more of a pyramid, really). Various builders and other susceptible fools heard their message, and they began to plan. Just like a Skaven should.