Factotum Hobard

Why don't you try bringing some of your justice to the "powers"?

- Hobard taunting a Mercykiller

Hohard, a pessimistic, drab Defier, possesses a knack for getting the job done. He’ll complain enough for three while he goes about his business, forecasting doom for whatever activity he’s about. Thing is, success usually finds the cranky githzerai anyway. Fellow factotums often ask him to join their adventuring parties - ’course, then they have to endure his whining with gritted teeth.
A mess that requires a sneaky, underhanded approach - now that’s Hohards delight. He’ll create a leak in the undercroft of a monastery and follow it up with rumors that the sudden dankness invading the wine cellars stems from undead. The hasher’ll install a flight of hats in the hell tower of a cloister, then spur the carillon player to test the keyboard. Many a temple, ahhey, and shrine has suffered his ploys. ’Course, Hohard handles a lightning-fast raid or extended slug-fest with the best of ’em - he just enjoys petty nastiness more.
This tall, bony cutter has the thin face, long nose, and yellow eyes of his mce. He weam olive rnhes with the draping sleeves cut away to accommodate leather vamhraces set with agate studs. He shaves most of his head, leaving only a strip of black tresses down the middle of his scalp.   After meeting Hohard in the library, visitors to the Shattered Temple generally find themselves drawn to the light at the end of the entry hall. Is it a courtyard? Perhaps a fountain plays there. From some 20 feet away, a body can see something glistening in the chamber beyond, like water or dew. Passing through the opening, one suddenly emerges into the daylight again. This is no courtyard, but the old sanctuary of the temple, its elaborate vaulting lost long ago. Cracked ivory and lime tiles cover the vast expanse of floor, punctuated in the exact center of the huge room by a great tree. Its dark green leaves shine so, they reflect the light like a mirror. Or does the tree itself glow? Deep red fruits nestle among the foliage along with pale silver blossoms. A scent of citrus blended with sweetness rises from this living fountain. This is the Bois Verdurous, the pride of the Athar.
After laying eyes on the enchanted tree, visitors leave the temple thinking that maybe the Defiers have something to believe in after all.