Bish Buntings

Bish Buntings is a Cleric of Gnomish descent. His life started near Dagthon, where he was raised by his mother and father. Both his parents were revered Shamans, beholden to Sarenrae; Bish was very keen from a young age to follow in their foot-steps. Bish lived a pedestrian life, balancing his duties to his church with whatever odd jobs he could find to support his family.

At age 17, Bish and his family were forced to flee Dagthon in the midst of a violent uprising. At the time, rebels, none of whom were too fond of the King, had already claimed control of a fair amount of the East of Astron. The rebels instigated a rebellion in Dagthon in a vie for power and control. For the sake of their family's safety, Bish's parents decided to flee to [PLACE NAME] in the West. Having been driven from his home and had his family's lives endangered, Bish saw it as his duty to aid the King in crushing the rebel uprising, and thus joined the King's army as light infantry.

After a decade of military service, a terrible plague hit [PLACE NAME]. The only members of Bish's family spared by the plague for definite were his father and grandmother. Bish has (had?) an uncle who left the family long ago after falling out with Bish's father. His health could not be spoken for, for no-one had heard from his since his departure. Bish was away on deployment at the time of the plague. He cursed his fortune for not being there for the last moments of his siblings, his aunts and uncles, his grandparents and, most dear to him, his mother; the sad irony is that had he been there to hear their screams of agony, he wouldn't be lamenting his luck.

Bish spent another 8 years in the army, for he knew little else. In this time he had started to question his choices in life. One night as Bish was slipping into sleep, Sarenrae appeared before him, dazzling him with her long locks of dancing flame. Fire obscured his vision, swirling into patterns, painting pictures so palpable that Bish would have reached out to touch had he not feared getting burnt. He saw war, he saw anger, hate, and fear, he saw redemption... he saw a boy, strange to him, lying in a bed. The boy sat up, half-asleep. The boy's eyes snapped to Bish; Bish could see fire trapped in them. Sweat trickled down Bish's forehead as flames began to engulf the room, yet he could not move. He was ensnared by the boy's calm stare. Licks of fire seared Bish's skin, but instead of pain, he felt relief. All panic left his being, and flames poured into the void panic left behind. He closed his eyes. As he felt his body burn to ashes, he felt free.

When he came to, Bish was greeted by the comforting sight of his own bedroom. To this day he does not know what he saw that night, whether visions, hallucinations, or divine message, but he swore it felt as real as anything he had known so far in his life. Though his bedroom was cold, he felt warmth coarse through his body. He had a new found resolve. He quit the army that day, returned home, and found a job making ornate models. He found a wife, for whom he strived to be a better person every day.

WIFE LEFT HIM FOR ANOTHER MAN

BECAME A BANDITO

GANG WAS CAUGHT, ALL EXECUTED OR IMPRISONED, BISH ESCAPED

A FRIEND GAVE HIM A MAGIC RING