When meeting Rattlebones the first word that comes to mind is ‘crooked’. His teeth are crooked, his nose is crooked, and he, most certainly, is crooked. While he could be mistaken for a psychopath, a pathological liar, or a kleptomaniac, the truth of the matter is that Rattlebones is such a selfish bastard that other people don’t even register as worth considering to him. While he constantly lies about his background, here is the truth.

Rattlebones was orphaned by the Reckoning, left with nothing, not even a name. The name Rattlebones was first given to him by the caretaker, Sister Gremora, because he was so skinny she claimed she could hear his bones rattling around.

Once he was old enough (which still wasn’t very old), Rattlebones was drafted, but he quickly deserted, turning to banditry. After many close calls, Rattlebones realized that robbing dead people is significantly easier than robbing living ones, and so turned to grave robbing.

Recently, Rattlebones chose the wrong score, and robbed the grave of a woman who was a powerful mage in life. Her spirit cursed him, chaining the specters of every soul he had wronged to him and inflicting him with a rotting undead disease that is currently eating its way down his hand.

Now, Rattlebones is putting his hex and his scheming mind to good use by desperately searching for a cure to his curse, or at the very least ways to use it to his advantage.