The Slaver's Guild

Name: Hatchet Highbinder
Location: Remia
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Presence: Slaver (Guildmaster of the Slaver's Guild)

Hatchet Highbinder may very well be both the most reviled and most revered name in all of Remia. The Guildmaster is a tall dark man, with equally dark features and a horrible aura of menace that threatens all who looks his way, despite the businesslike acumen and imagined civility he bears in his presence.

A cruel bastard of a man, Hatchet is king of his own kind, the head of the serpent that is the Slavers' Guild Operations in Remia. He runs the Guild with all of his ability, micromanaging much of the daily operations, while training slaves himself and while he's administrating the Guild's future.
Hatchet is tall, around 6'4" tall with a lean, yet remarkably chiseled physique. His hair is long and dark, loose around his face so that it flares when he turns. The left side of his face is covered in an intricate draconic tattoo that signifies his rank and his association with the Slavers' Guild, a sort of identification that makes him welcome among his own kind and vilified amongst "more civilized folk." The very detailed dragon on the right side of his face is as black as his heart and seems to move when Hatchet's face twists and stretches it. He typically dresses in the dusty black studded leather armor of the rest of his Guild. But in combat, he wields a pair of hand axes and runs through a fight in a suit of platemail that seems to just appear on his body.

Lady Iris Snow



Role: Educator, Disciplinarian, and Slaver
Current Location: Academy, Remia
Race: Human
Sex: Female

Iris Snow is the seventh generation owner of the Slavers Guild, a group of entrepreneurial individuals who buy, sell, and capture slaves. She grew up owning and trading in slaves, and her father and grandmother trained her in the family business since she was a child. When she was 13, she was given the responsibility of training (and punishing) the child slaves. As she grew older, her responsibilities increased as well, until she was ready to take over the business.

Once, the malicious Snow and Razor rule over what was basically a concentration camp. Their section of the Guild was host to hundreds of iron cages stacked up over each other as high as 30 feet in the air. They fed their prisoners once a day and leave them exposed to the elements in all manner of weather. Most died from exposure within a few months, but that was fine with the two slaver lords. They care not whether their charges lived or died, so long as they don't go anywhere. Children make up much of the 'flock', although there are also cats and other humanoids trapped here in these breeding grounds. The pair harvest their stock from time to time, selling individual captives to other denizens of the Guild's lands in exchange for food and other necessities.

Aside from working occasionally training slaves, Snow has taken up a position on the teaching staff at the Academy. Her classes on Ethics have stirred up quite a bit of controversy among the faculty and alumni. In addition, she has also taken to becoming one of the disciplinarians at the school, a fact that has unnerved many a student and not a few of the faculty.

Lady Snow believes in hands-on management. She knows (and at least has punished at least once) every slave who passes through her hands, and no student of hers does not tremble to her core when she enters a room. They all fear 'Lady Snow' as she is called, who seems to take inordinate pleasure in her work. She treats her students and employees only marginally better than her merchandise.

Iris Snow has light platinum blonde hair, on the verge of being white in color. Her extremely cold eyes are a dark violet, and her skin is very fair. She prefers blue, white, and purple clothing, with slim features. A picture of perfect beauty, this young woman wears a low-cut ball gown studded with pearls, sapphires and other precious stones. On her feet are exquisite diapond slippers that sparkle in the light. She is typically armed with a rapier and a pistol. She has cold eyes, and a cold voice, and only thaws when she is arranging sales or working to influence local officials.

Snow is an icon in the Guild's Conclave. She always makes sure to appear radiantly beautiful when in public, dressing in only the most gorgeous gowns and piling her golden hair atop her head with ringlets framing her exquisite features. She is glamorous, but with a cruel streak just beneath the surface of her demeanor.

Anyone who is not dealing directly with Iris Snow is potential merchandise, and that idea is not well hidden, as much as some would like.