Fishie: Fishie Salmonicus
Class: Magician
Race: Gnome
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Eyes: Unknown
Hair: Unknown

Fishie's Story

After numerous requests, our senior editor Kilgore Trout has managed to get an exclusive interview with Fishie Salmonicus, the noted but mysterious mage.

Salmonicus had several glasses of elvish wine as they chatted in the back room of the Jade Tiger. Dressed in his trademark red robe with a cranky looking earth elemental patrolling behind him, Mr. Salmonicus seemed to be in a jolly mood, although occasionally he looked back at the entrance as though expecting someone. Up close, Salmonicus appears youthful, although there is a hint of weariness in his eyes that may betray his true age. Some flashes of Fishie’s surprising history were uncovered in our conversation with the normally reclusive magician.

K.T. - Thanks for agreeing to sit down for a few minutes with us, Mr. Salmonicus. Before we get started, I know everyone wants to know how did a gnome get a name like Fishie?

F.S. - Hehehe that’s a long story. Suffice it to say as a child I had a fascination with water. This was unusual in Ak’Anon where most gnomes view water as a means to power our Clockworks and for the occasional bath. After one near drowning, my father, a local tinkerer, gave me that nickname, and I guess it stuck. By the way, you may call me Fishie.

K.T. - Little is known about your past. Care to tell our readers more?

F.S. - I had a pretty unremarkable childhood. My family was loving and caring, we had enough to eat, nothing special. I had a lonely childhood though as my interests were different than many of the gnomish children and I was always getting into trouble in one manner or another. Why, I remember one of my first spells! I had been eating some batwing crunchies and was about to cast the spell and knocked one of the bat wings into the conjuring bowl and inadvertently made an undead pet. Was pretty scandalous in those days and that was even before the Necro Wars.

K.T. - The Necro Wars? Why that was over 300 years ago!

F.S. - (smiling) Aye, I may not be as young as I look.. I left home during the Necro Wars as blacksmith for the Clockworks Brigade. We were dispatched to Lesser Faydark to try to block the passage to Mistmoore and prevent the influx of necromancers into the Steamfont Mountains. That was when I first met Galston the magician.

K.T. - you knew Galston the magician? I thought he was a legend in some old tale.

F.S. - He was real. He took me in as an apprentice after my unit was lost in the Battle of Mistmoore. It was from Galston that I started my quest to unearth the secrets of the arcane arts from the elder ages. After he died at the hand of a treacherous shadowknight, I knew that I had almost given up my search until during a chance encounter at an inn, I ran into some of the Guild Scarab members who demonstrated what true valor, honesty and loyalty are all about. That random encounter renewed my zest for life and provided me with direction. Before I had been aimlessly researching the lost secrets for my personal gain. Now I have a greater purpose: that of aiding my brothers and sisters in their quest to rid this land of evil and....

Editor’s note: at this point the interview was interrupted as a dark figure in chainmail burst into the room and promptly dispatched the famous mage’s pet while shouting something about a missing spellbook. While our reporter’s attention was on the unfortunate pet’s slaughter, Fishie disappeared and seconds later the shadowknight disintegrated into a pulpy mass as thousands of knives appeared out of a cloud of mist. Our shaken reporter looked for the missing Fishie but apparently the interview was over and the gnome had returned to his search for the lost magical secrets of the Ancients.