In the womb he caused a ruckus, kicking with a giants strength and leaving his mum looking like she would birth a griffon. Ultimately, four identical Gnomelings were birthed, (or so it seemed) but so strange was the idea of quadruplets, and so uncanny where their similarities, that his wizened parents chose to name the four as one Qhizix. The parents tried to nurture them all the same, but it was quite difficult keeping track of who was who as they were appeared as mirror images. (In reality one in particular always received less attention). Qhizix seemed inseparable or rather when attempts were made to separate the four they failed in haste often at the blink of an eye. Before they could crawl it became clear that Qhizix was a prismatic vessel with subconscious intent to bend the light into echoing visions of grandeur. As they aged, they were instructed by those who suffered from acute madness, and through their obscure puzzling, they were able to discern how to manipulate the imaginary. Years of living in a self-induced waking dream caused Qhizix to shrink at the idea of dispelling the guise of the many. But as his beard reached his belt the incantations were uttered and alas, the reflections were no more, Qhizix was alone. Wild thoughts formed in the shadows of his mind and he was quite unwell for many years, feeling quite feeble and misdirected. But he gained the power to slow his mind to a deep trance and collect his thoughts. A grand dream struck him. The world had become boring and it was time to adventure and see what he could see and perhaps what he could have others see as well.