I had been discovered, my disguise compromised and I was on my way back to get another off the body on Bleakrock. Suddenly in a puff I was transported to Auridon and had been given a total makeover from an Argonian sorceress to a wood elf archer.
At that point the game had a psychotic break and crashed into a mess of confused jelly.
There , there game I could have gotten used to the change if only you'd only given me 20 more levels to go with my race and class change.
Love Pale-Star-That-Shines. ( would have been a bit of a weird wood elf name for sure)