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Alchemist
Royced
Hello there, reader. By the time you are reading this book, i have probably lost it. I am writeing this novel to keep me sane, for i am now trapped inside of a tiny hole, hiding for my very life. Do not feel sorry, for it is my fault. I have stolden the Arch of Kal Alras, a very, very valueable item which belongs to the dwarven culture. I plan to sell it for alot of money, though. I will write more if i do get out alive. (The next day) Hello, reader. I'm out of my hole, but i've been trapped for several hours. dirt is covered acrost my body, and i look hidious. Atleast i will be decently camouflaged. (One week since the first page) I have sold the archways, but unfortunatly, they found my money. i am now a poor man, with no money at all. Lets see how i get along! I have found a large open cave in the middle of nowhere, i plan to inhabit this cave untill i can find a safe shelter. A little backround check for thouse who do not know whom i be: I am the Alchemist! I am known for being an infamous killer, and i have started two wars, entirely myself. I feel as though i have the power of a king, when i am no more than a man with a silver tounge. The war between the Human and Dwarven cultures, that was my fault entirely, and i'm glad to say so. It took no more than a little blame for each side against eachother for it to start. (The next day) I am going to go pray to Iblees, i will write more when i have returned.