*Mialee sits by the tree near tivook as the moon is in the sky. She thinks back to her past and before she came to this strange land and begins to write.* I must have the wierdest story ever for i was not born but created. I have memories of having a family and growing up but i know it wasn't real. I use to live in a place called Narfell i was happy, and had many friends. A group us wet into the crypts south of Norwick there was a strange glyph on the ground. One of the men step on it. We were surprise to see a another him. After a little bit that copy died. We didn't think much of it and continues to clear out the undead in the crypt. We ran into another glyph and one of the the guys in our group step it as soon as they saw it. His clone lasted longer then the first which was interesting but it died still. We continued and the group started to fight who would step on what glyph we ended up finding. the orginal mialee never step on any of the glyphs as the group wandered. When it came time to leave we found another group at the entrence of the crypt. They were talking to another, he was telling a story how he was trapped down here and was trying to create a perfect copy of himself so he could leave the crypt and life the life he could not. The others did not trust him saying that what he was doing was evil but while standing there listening to the talk i though to leave the crypt bored with the talks and just as i moved a glyph appeared down at my feet. The next thing i know i am staring at a complete copy of myself. It was strange looking at myself. The others that were there raised thier swords. Mialee asked what they were doing and they said that the copy needed to be destroyed. I had done nothing but appear and they were going to put me down so know everything that Mialee knew i cast darkness and ran out of the crypt. I heard some fighting as i ran and kept running till i got to the city of peltarch. I talked to a few and Mialee found me in the city talking to Aelthas. After i talk to her for a while she mention that the mage said that i was supose to be a perfect copy and should be able to live my life where ever i chose to go. So i got on a ship to leave Narfell and live my life. While on the ship the weather turn fowl and dangerous while trying to keep the ship together with magic the spell went wrong and i found myself on the docks of Dorhal. I do not know if the ship survive the storm or not which i hope it did but I am now stuck in this land.
More to come