Andrew+Cogliano

Hello, my name is Crispin. Recently, I attended my mothers funeral, and now I am all alone in this world. My father was killed before I was born in a reecurance of the Great Mortality, something you might know as the Bubonic Plague. I currently live on Stromford Manor, where John Acyliffe rules. It is a horrible life, working the fields all day and night while trying to survive the dark, disease and unhappiness that plagues our time. My life as a peasent has been perfectly dreadful ever since I can remember. All I do is work in the fields growing wheat, oats, and barley for the rest of the manor. Food is always scarce for us, and if we're lucky, we get some meat at chistmastime. The only thing I really enjoyed in life was going to chruch. Our small, stone church is located in the very center of our vilage, next to the fabulous manor house where John Acyliffe lives. Close by is the mill, where us peaents are able to grind our grains that we grow to make bread (for a fee, of course.) To make matters even worse, I have been acused of a crime I did not commit. People think that I, a peasent with absolutley //no power// found a way to enter and steal from the manor house. Apparently, I made off with quite a large amount of gold. But now I have been forced to leave this village, the village that I have never left in all my 13 years of living. But I can't stay here, considering that I have been proclaimed a wolf's head and that I have no house because it was burned. Father Quinel, the local priest, has also met a rather "sticky" demise at the hands of John Acyliffe's henchmen. Now, I bid you farwell, as I cross the boundary of my beloved home and into the cold and unforgiving world.