As told by Flamestrike himself:

   "My parents were simple folks. My father was a farmer who instilled in me a love of the earth. My mother was an elvish herbalist who taught me to respect nature. When I was 16 my parents were captured by slavers while I hid in the fields; to this day I don't know whether they live or they are dead.

   I finally made it into Moorgate with the clothes on my back and a little money the slavers missed and a sword that was my Grandfathers. I met a lot of people who helped me grow in ability and strength and to those people I will always be grateful. I also discovered that Evil walked loose in Moorgate and so I fought it whenever and wherever I could.

   I grew too cocky and overconfident in my abilities and thought I could withstand anything well I learned that I wasn't as powerful as I thought at the cost of my soul. I continued to fight until the day the Guild itself was attacked, when I saw that I wandered away from the battle and asked to serve Morlend.

   I went on to do some things that disgust and scare me even now, those who were hurt know what I did and I will not go into it again. With the help of some friend who didn't give up on me I went after my soul, I failed to win the battle though. I decided that to protect my friends from I would try to destroy myself and hope that I wouldn't be brought back.

   I chose what I thought was an appropriate method and set out to die by fire. The pain was excruciating mercifully I passed out when next I awoke I was the way you see me now. Kali in her mercy allowed to be reborn and when I realized this I knew that Evil must always be fought by those who can fight to protect those who cannot fight."