(See Chris.m#5124 application for Bamblic’s brother)
A family of herders by trade, the Bandobrass family-seeking a better, more rooted life-attempted to settle and farm the land at the souther tip of Atlas. It was a harsh lot, and Bamblic's parents struggled to provide for him and his brother. The earth was sour, unable to sustain the few seeds they gave it while sparse weeds smothered all pastoral inclinations. Unable to continue, the family once more collected their belongings and what remained of their herd, and moved on. All the while, young Bamblic remained optimistic. It could only be the next bend, he thought, that the family would find their fortunes.
Immigrating to Arcas was a welcome change indeed! The soil was was rich, bountiful with foliage of all kinds and soon their herds grew fat and plentiful again. After bartering for grain and gourd seeds, the family once more tried their luck at farming, setting on the outskirts of Oren in 1712. They made a living selling milk and grain to the nearby kingdom. Content with their lifestyle and easily supported by their trade, the young brothers were able to occupy their time with idle pursuits; Bamblic grew infatuated with the cosmopolitan lifestyle, the flow of commerce, innovation and the artificer's pursuits while his brother grew more bookish. After a bountiful harvest, Bamblic begged his father to allow him
And his brother to make the delivery to one of the more distant kingdoms, under the guise of 'wishing to make the workload lighter'. In truth, there was to be a great fair in the town, and taking his brother along would certainly conceal his ulterior motive. And oh what a fair it was...
They returned to find their home in ruins.
An army had swept through the kingdom, including their cottage, flying the flag of Renatus. Bamblic's resolve was tested, and he tried to reason with his brother that moving to a new city was the safest course. The two could never survive during a war out in the field. His brother, embittered by his experience, became untrustworthy of the politics of the civilized world, and so the two set off, doing as the Bandobrass family had always done-they wandered in search of fortune, a new hope. Bamblic never lost that little gleam in his eye, the hope that the world would unfurl in just the right way, just for him. He mourns, but is optimistic of the future.
