Crespin Fisher:

Crespin is the youngest of three children at the ripe age of 17. He
has a very close knit family and is very protective of his two older
sisters, Flora and Rosie, and has been known to chase off more than
a few of their loser boyfriends and suitors.
Crespin is a fifth generation Tristenite. His early ancestors were
fisherman, thus the last name Fisher and also Crespin's love for
fishing. However, in more recent years the family has become more
and more involved in gardening, herbal cures and healing. The
family business has been quite successful throughout the years but
has been struggling as of late due to the death of his father, the
brains behind the business.

Crespin's mother, Lily, is in charge of the finances and knows very
little about the rest of the business. Flora & Rosie, however, are
extremely gifted and talented when it comes to the art of herbalry
and gardening but unfortunately the trust of the town folk died with
Papa Fisher as he was known throughout the town due to his extreme
wisdom and "healing powers". Lily feels that there is enough money
stashed away to get them by while the girls reestablish their
reputation throughout the town but Crespin isn't so sure. Although
he unquestioningly trusts the healing powers of herbalry and has
extreme confidence in his sisters, he doesn't want to take any
chances. For this reason he began seeking other employment.


Flora & Rosie Fisher:

Flora & Rosie are identical twin sisters and attract more than a few
suitors. Though only 19 years old they are very talented and
extremely gifted when it comes to the art of the family business.
Though falling upon hard times, their extreme kindness to those in
need has not faltered. Always willing to help those less fortunate,
they feel they will be rewarded someday.

Flora is considered to be somewhat of a tomboy and has typically
enjoyed spending more time outside than Rosie. Consequently her
nose is a bit more freckled than Rosie's so it's not too difficult
to tell them apart. She generally keeps her hair a little shorter
than Rosie's as well.

Rosie is definitely the "lady" of the two and tends to be a lot more
shy than her outgoing sister. Her clothes are always spotless, even
when she is hard at work and her hair is always done to perfection.

Rosie is much more of a homebody and tends to enjoy cooking and
concocting more so it works out well for Flora to spend more time
out gathering "supplies" while Rosie is back home testing and
inventing.


Lily Fisher:

Lily, formerly a Silver, is the first member of her family to be
born in Tristen with most of her extended family living in
Pangoria. Her parents moved to Tristen to capitalize on the lack of
banking options in the quiet little town.

Having grown up as an only child in a home built around economics it
was only natural for Lily to be accustomed to the world of finance
in general. Given the opportunity to take over the family business
during her parent's retirement years she reluctantly refused in
support of her "new" family business. Her parents then decided to
sell off the business in order to enjoy their later years together.
The business is now owned by a long time friend of the family who
lives back in Pangoria by the name of Frank Gold.


Frank Gold:

Frank comes from a long line of bankers and his father, Frank
Senior, was actually ultimately responsible for Lily's parents to
venture to Tristen. He helped them with the money and supplies to
get them to Tristen and up and going. Frank Jr. now runs the
Tristen establishment from Pangoria but comes to Tristen several
times a year to assess his business and its needs and to visit his
son 25 year old son, Robby, who has been placed in charge of the
local business.

Robby has recently been showing great signs of interest in Rosie and
seems to be hanging around more and more these days.


Larry Bond:

A retired mercenary leader, Larry now enjoys his retirement years in
the beautiful area of Tristen. He settled here some 20 years ago
after traveling through the area and meeting his lovely wife, a
local woman, Anabell Scott. Together they have two brawny boys,
James (age 17) and Scotty (age 14).

Larry is a master swordsman and archer and owns a local blacksmith
shop operated by a man named "Smithy", a long time friend who
traveled with him faithfully for many years as a mercenary.

Though he doesn't participate in the adventure life anymore, Larry
is still contacted from time to time for the advice and planning of
missions. He, of course, charges a hefty fee for these services.

Having tons of free time Larry spends a lot of time with his boys
teaching them the art of combat. During this time he not only
teaches his boys about combat, but he also shares with them the
stories about the glory days their mother wouldn't want them hearing.


James Bond:

James is the first born son of Larry and Anabell and is an aspiring
gladiator. Being quite a muscular and deceivingly quick young man
his father believes his mighty goals are more than obtainable.

James trains daily with his father and his weapon of choice has
become a two handed sword that his father came across during his
adventure days.

James and Crespin have been friends since boyhood and therefore
Crespin has had the rare opportunity to also train with the Bond
family. Larry has informed Crespin that he is quite talented and
with more practice he too could become a master swordsman.


Crespin's Goals and Aspirations:

Crespin's immediate goals are to sustain his family for the time
being until the business can get back on its feet. He's not about
to leave to chance the welfare of his mother and sisters. He feels
that with the training he's received from Larry he's more than
capable of signing up for some higher paying jobs though there may
be some danger involved.

Once Crespin feels his family will be well taken care of monetarily,
he dreams of following in the steps of his idol, Larry Bond. He
can think of no better way to spend his "working years" than
striking it rich through the adventuresome and always exciting
mercenary life. Once he reaches the success of Larry he plans to
spend his retirement right here in Tristen.

We escorted the freed prisoners back to our camp and decided it best
to head out since dawn was rapidly approaching and we were all up
and about anyway. Thinking back on the stories Larry had shared I
thought it best we investigate the caves for something of value.
These blue creatures didn't seem to have much of a feel for things
of value but they had sacked at least one caravan and who knows how
many others.

I convinced Mort to accompany me and behind us followed Chiv, Vance
and Schmendrick. I'm quickly seeing that Schmendrick is a very
honorable man. He himself had no desires to investigate further but
feared for our safety and felt we may need some more healing, at
which point he quickly volunteered to accompany us.

Our investigation, though unprofitable, did prove interesting. We
came across a room with some sort of poem about a snow witch and her
return and on the back side of the stone slab there was some sort of
magical picture with a people trudging through the blistering wind
and snow. Intrigued by this I barely noticed all of the bodies that
lay about the room each wrapped up and carefully placed in their
stone encasement.

I feared there may be some evil spell in place and these bodies were
all part of some sort of ritual in order to bring this snow witch
back. I immediately began ripping the bodies from their places in
an attempt to break the spell when I saw a glimmer out of the corner
of my eye at which point I also heard Mort say, "Did you see that?"

Mort called out to the figure and we began to converse with it. He
said he was a guardian of this temple and I was to put the bodies
back immediately. Somewhat relieved that this was not the work of
these little blue creatures and at the same time fearing the wrath
of this ghost I quickly replaced the bodies to their resting place.

Knowing there was another door with possible loot we quickly left
with only the information that these blue creatures had stolen "the
heart" that was guarded by this temple and its inhabitants.

We arrived back at our camp empty handed and quickly set out for Red
Cliff. The snow had quickly departed and made our journey much
easier. I wonder how hard our trek would have been had we not
chased off the blue monsters.

After another arduous hike Belen informed us she would be leaving.
We were to continue forth and follow the path through the fog. The
fog was thick. I pulled out my rope and handed a piece of it to
Mort. Whilst I was doing that Griswold suggested we use a rope so
as to not lose one another. Gee, what a great idea. I never would
have thought of that.

We walked for several hours but the fog still remained. Nightfall
quickly came and we set up camp on the path so as to not lose our
way. During the night we were awoken by a man from the forest.
When he learned we were making a delivery to Taylor he happily
approached us and "welcomed" us to Red Cliff each individually at
which point the fog lifted.

We arrived at the village and it was quite late. Alan thought it
best he find Taylor and tell him we had arrived. We waited not long
when Taylor came and greeted us. We gave him the letter we had
received from Belen along with the goods and were instructed to stay
the night in an old house and we would resume business in the
morning.

Excitedly when entering the house I saw 4 beds. Seeing how there
were 4 packs I suggested the people that carried the packs should
get the beds. It was pointed out that more than 4 people carried
packs though. Schmendrick and I seemed to have our eyes on the same
bed so I challenged him to an arm wrestle. I easily beat him on the
first of three rounds and thought to myself, "I should be sleeping
in that comfy bed in no time." But Schmendrick must have been
toying with me before because he easily beat me the following two
rounds.

I began to set up my bedding on the floor when I noticed Chiv
itching and scratching himself all over. He looked horrible. It
was pointed out that he had been cursed for taking all those
peaches. I didn't want to catch what he had so I set up my tent
outside and also made a point to check the two peaches I had been
carrying. They were more rotten than I had expected them to be and
there were several white worms wriggling about in my pack. I
quickly purged my pack of the remaining peach rot and the worms and
burned each one individually with my torch.

After a fairly good night's rest I awoke to a commotion of Mort and
Griswold also scratching themselves in a panic. Oskar informed Mort
that he only had one worm to worry about while Griswold had two and
Chiv had at least eight. I carefully inspected Mort's arm where he
was scratching when I saw something move just under the surface. I
attempted to tie off his arm just above where the worm was crawling
but it somehow seemed to get by. We quickly isolated the area and
Mort managed to pluck the thing out with his knife. The others
began to take care of the situation with Griswold and Chiv so I
headed out to get some breakfast.

After breakfast Taylor greeted us again and we headed out to get the
Sun Kissed flowers. "Finally, we can be on our way home." I
thought to myself. Boy was I wrong. The place had been sacked.
Blood was on the floor. The flowers we were here to retrieve had
been sloppily plucked off and there was an enormous hole in the
surrounding wall with gigantic foot prints.

There were so many flowers here I had never seen before. I thought
for a second to gather what I could to take back to my sisters but
thought it best I ask for permission to do so at a more appropriate
time.

We followed the tracks in an attempt to catch the villains and to
retrieve our goods along with any other valuable thing we might find
along the way. The tracks were very easy to follow and we quickly
came to a lake with a small island in the middle.

Mort jumped in the lake and began swimming along with Pip, this new
kid who joined up with us back at the caves, also hired by Gregor.
One way or another the rest of us followed along and we all got to
the island.

Pip found a way in from the roof but quickly came back out with
blood gushing from his back saying his shadow attacked him. This
magic stuff can be really freaky. You really have to watch your
back, as Pip just learned.

We found the wood was very fragile and we broke in several of the
windows. Then we tried the door and it too broke in fairly easily.
We searched the ruin to find several bleeding men in red robes all
over the building. We attempted to help them but found they were
mirages of some sort and could not be helped. We found a library
that had been torched but some of the books were still salvageable.
Some began paging through the books while others began collecting
them. There were several references to Omni which was pointed out
must be the name of a God and this was his temple that has been
desecrated.

We continued our investigation to find another closed door. Mort
opened it as he had done with all of the previous doors in the
building only to find himself being attacked by an enormous club.

I waited just behind the doorway for something to cross by in order
to attack it. I felt it was a good thing to have a wall in between
us and whatever was swinging that giant club. Mort had another
thing in mind though as he darted into the room. Always faithful I
rushed in behind him to see a huge "Troll" as Schmendrick called it,
(man that guy sure knows a lot about this stuff) and about 4 archers
and a man waiving around his arms chanting.

As the troll passed by me to go after Mort I took two swings at him
and hit him as hard as I could. My swords seemed to just bounce off
of him. Feeling that this was going to be a better task for our
mages I decided it best to go after their mage. As I ran forth I
cried out "Praise Omni" hoping to get any help from the God of this
temple not really knowing how any of this religion stuff really
works. I was quickly confronted by one of their archers though, as
he drew a sword and began swinging on me. I hit him with several
blows and figured he would go down any second but felt my chances
for taking down the mage were slimming.

My feeling was right. Just as I darted for the mage he darted
away. Luckily I had a more direct path to the door and was able to
catch him. I took a couple swings at him just as we were through
the door but he kept on running. This was a bedroom of some sort so
he had no where else to go. He grabbed a paper on the desk turned
around and pointed at me warning me that Ug's baby would kill me if
I continued to attack him. Glancing at his hand I saw a huge
fireball growing.

Feeling I had no other choice I chopped at each of his hands
individually. I hit both times thank goodness and he dropped to the
ground along with his fireball. I jumped out of the way just as the
ball of fire exploded throughout the room singeing the few hairs I
had on my face and charring the dead corpse of its maker.

After a good nights rest we all went back into the castle. Drok
took us to a room that had some sort of contraption in it with
spinning disks, colored smoke and a broken staff separated into
three separate boxes with the smoke going through the boxes.

A few of us started messing around with it. After thinking it over
that probably wasn't the best idea, but nothing bad happened so I
guess no harm done. After twiddling around with it for a bit a tall
skinny fair skinned man appeared in the room and started talking
with Griswold.

At first he thought Griswold was someone else but then determined
that he was a distant relative of sorts to a man with a named Alisar
or something like that. Later we would find that the staff belonged
to Alisar and Griswold is now the rightful owner.

The man then with excitement in his eyes asked us if we would help
him and asked us to follow him as he opened a magic door. When we
passed through the door we must have had some sort of spell cast on
us or something because we started having a weird dream and some
seemed to have more control over events that happened than others.
Once we finally woke up Alisar taught Griswold how to effectively
open the doors and told him how to turn on a "machine" I think is
what he called it.

He said we didn't have much time so we all rushed off through the
corridors in the direction he told us. I'm not really sure why the
rest of us went since Griswold is the only one who needed to do
anything. I guess we all tagged along for protection purposes.

Griswold opened all the necessary doors and was able to start the
contraption so it would seem. We all went rushing back to the other
dingle hopper dilly whacker and the man, I don't recall his name,
was there pulling levers and dinking around with things.

After a few moments he went over by the boxes and pulled out the
snake headed staff that was completely fused back together. After
explaining to Griswold that the spear had the ability to make him
almost as powerful as a "First Born", he turned the staff over to
Griswold.

We tried several times to convince the man to bring down the castles
defenses so we could further explore but he said he didn't have the
proper authority to do so. We attempted time and time again to help
him see that his kind was no longer here and thousands of years had
passed since he was last here but he still would not take down the
defenses.

He did however take us back to the library and make some copies of
some books for us and then he took us to one of the armories in the
castle.

At one point or another he decided he should turn the contraption
off that Griswold turned on because the castle began to rumble from
time to time. He soon became very very tired and went back to his
room to sleep.

We bid him farewell and went on our way. We returned home and
before reporting to Gilbert we took 2 of the 6 flowers to Flora and
Rosie since our mission only called for 4. We then reported back to
Gilbert and received 2000 copper for our work.

Then I went to Larry and had him point us in the direction of
someone who could identify the properties of the magic items we had
found. The goggled man charged us 780 copper to identify everything
we had. Then we all gathered together to discuss the equal
dispersment of items and money.