Rizzrack, the Timbersaw
Rizzrack could still hear the screams in his mind. He worked, frantically turning wrenches, twisting screws, building and carving and forging. Sleep eluded him; he only built. Months had passed since he had shut himself in his uncle's workshop, and his deliverance was nearly complete. He rubbed his back as his eyes drifted shut, and saw a blanket of flowers floating on the placid waves of Augury Bay before exploding into a cloud of pollen that silenced lives as it seized the lungs. He woke with a choking start. For hours the rhythmic sound of a whetstone filled the shop as he sharpened a set of massive blades, his mind filled with images of strangling vines garroting neighbors, enwrapping homes. The flooding of Augury Bay had been nothing compared to the violent horrors the waters left to take root beyond the city walls. But the saw-suit would make him strong and safe he thought, allowing himself this sliver of hope before the full might of his fear crashed into his fading mind. Branches and blood. When the city fell, Rizzrack fled trees that walked, and fought, and killed. Trees had shattered the gates and swarmed into the city. Trees had crushed and thrashed and stomped the last that Augury Bay could muster in defense, and stalked the few fleeing refugees. In addled silence Rizzrack unspooled the thick chain from the suit's arm, his hands quaking as he inspected each link and ran a trembling finger along the claw attached at its end. The saw-suit was ready.
With his hand trembling he sparked the bladed machine to life. Terror drove him, terror of what awaited him and of what he would have to face to have any hope of calming his mind. As the saw-suit shuddered to life he knew he must face this fear, and he knew he wouldn't like it one bit.
Traumatized by the destruction of Augury Bay, Rizzrack is a little mentally unstable, acting constantly paranoid and speaking of voices in his head. For the same reason, he is not fond of Treant Protector or Nature's Prophet. Despite his devotion to destroying trees, he is not interested in fire.
His saw-suit comes with an ejection mechanism for the pilot, but seems to always fire too late. 
Friendships and rivalries
Allies meeting Timbersaw
- Play r When this is over, we must speak about that saw.
- Play r We must discuss conservation, you and I.
- Play r Fear cannot rule you, Timbersaw.
- Play Play r Pull it together Timbersaw. I won't have cowards in my army.
- Play Play r We talked about this, Timbersaw. No clearcutting!
- Play Play r If I can't leap to the fight, Timbersaw, you know who to blame.
- Play Play r Timbersaw, what the hell is wrong with you anyway.
- Play u Timbersaw, what the hell is wrong with you anyway.
- Play Play r Timbersaw, look out, a tree! Heyah, heh, hah.
- Play u Timbersaw, look out, a tree! Heyah, heh, hah.
- Play Play r Timbersaw, please shut up about the trees. Seriously, you need help.
- Play u Timbersaw, please shut up about the trees. Seriously, you need help.
Enemies killing Timbersaw
- Play You were a wound upon the Earth.
- Play You were no friend to the Earth.
- Play What did the trees ever do to you?
- Play Play Never trust an engineer.
- Play Play r Ever wondered if maybe your city had it comin', Rizzrack?
- Play Play r The trees have been saying some very bad things about you, Timbersaw.
- Play Play Play Timbersaw, I put an end to your madness.
- Play It seems only fitting that you have a log jammed up--oh, but where are my manners.
- Play We could do with fewer such contraptions.
- Play Well! I think I enjoyed that.
- Play One less lumberjack.
- Play Who puts their skeleton on the inside?
- Play r One there is who fears the trees, and that one you should fear.
- Play Play I'll show you fear!
- ↑ Timbersaw response: Play Mm! That is one less voice in my head.
- ↑ Timbersaw response: Play I was never really interested in fire, I don't know why.
- ↑ Timbersaw response: Play Eject! Eject!