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Sir Ÿlgxuamnÿ of Omm, known far and wide for his deeds in crusades against the baelites.

Angels of the baelite faith, lamassu are among the few angelic orders who ever come permanently to earth.

Pairs of lamassu are known to watch the gates of highest temples and holy relics, making them just about the only angels that are easy to find. They rarely speak, and their few words are often cryptic, but an angel's word is still gospel so hundreds of priest have, at times, worked on a single sentence to extract its true meaning. Sometimes it works, sometimes not, the index of unsolved utterances is long.

Scaramey the gun wizard.

Bearing the geas to never point a weapon at anyone, he makes do by ricocheting bullets, curving their flight in mid air, making them hit despite also missing by messing with fortune, or just using bombs that don't actually have to hit anyone to cause great injury. A great enthusiast of powder oils, his lead often carries unusual ailments such as making whole formations see double and talk funny, making metal automatons rust and fall apart or just setting things on fire.

Maystre Joyxaulde vaut Orbatillo, the siegecraft virtuoso.

His castles have but one weakness - he might want to besiege them himself, so he can test himself in both aggression and defence at the same time. He's been caught mid-siege on various bizarre activities, including signalling instructions to enemy artillerymen, undermining his own walls and bragging they're still standing, sketching the very trebuchets that've just shot at him and putting out friendly cannons claiming "they won't work anyway".

He makes sure to build a small hut with a porch near each of his structures so he can sip tea while admiring his own work. He also often encourages armies marching nearby to assault his own estate, but always fails to convince them since there's no commander in the world who'd be dumb enough, and even if there was no warrior would follow them.

Saint Judravith, bearer of the Holy Ballistic Missile.

She has reached heaven on earth through self-mummification, achieving the absolution of death while remaining alive. In her infinite selflessness, she refuses to leave the mortal world so she can continue her mission and protect Holy Land, thus helping others be absolved.

Dame Ingir Ád, the horseless lancer.

Swes'r Fiaudalin of the Nabh Nouibh monastery and her hand ballista.

Sisters of Nabh Nouibh follow an ancient ascetic regimen that turns their hair into near indestructible wire. Many have tried raiding the monastery to seize the iron locks, but none come past its copious warmachines and automata, moved just by the tension of twisted coils.