Bism Wallynox

An academic at heart, your Unification and Semi-Autonomous Rule of the City-States of Bifilin, while theoretical, earned you the ire of the Almarians, who placed you under house arrest for seven years, long before the war started. During the riots that ensued after Dufflebrook’s death, several of your brother clerics arranged for your escape. Being a gnome, you’re acutely aware that the gnomes of Bifilin have spearheaded the resistance to the elves. Your people are passionate and excitable, yet somehow very efficient and organized. The city-states of Bifilin run like well-oiled machines, and the Almarians only interferes and imposed useless regulations and taxes on the people. You’ve had no idea how much influence your treatise has had on the current state of things. It seems like the entire world is at war, but you’ve been laying low, traveling from place to place, using different names and attracting little attention. You have a newfound passion for following your god, Tritherion, god of liberty through knowledge and education. You’ve been inspired by his ancient writings and his story- how he aided Bif in the gnomes’ rebellion against the giants in the Elder Days, then went on to found Old Bifilin and supposedly create the first alphabet, now called a High Gnomic. Then, in a random inn in Everstaadt, some impetuous half-elf bursts into your room, narrowly escaping from an angry dwarf. On an impulse, you help him hide. As it turns out, your new compatriot has pilfered something of value- a map with an attached letter.