As a child my city crossed into the material plane. I snuck out to explore and stayed away too long. I survived on the streets, stealing what I need. One day I found something that changed my life.

When Kylia was young, too young to leave home, but aged enough to be filled with wanderlust, her city crossed into the material plain. This was not this first time she had seen this happen. In previous circumstances she would leave her home and briefly travel near the outskirts of the city, to see the surrounding mountains, and the creatures scurrying about. Others would go out and forage for precious minerals not found natively in her home plane. These brought great prosperity to her city and were a closely guarded secret.

On this day she dared to venture farther out than ever before. Planning to go back before it got too late, someone caught her eye, walking through the forest. He was about her same age, humanoid, and carrying something. After pausing briefly by a tree, he bent over and messed with his contraption. He looked cautiously around before getting up and leaving.

Kylia looked around herself. First at the area around the tree, and then back towards her city, where her family was, oblivious to her actions. Before she even knew what she was going to do she dashed out to the tree. On the ground was a cold metal object, oval in appearance with a flat disc in the middle and big, jagged teeth around the edge. Sitting on the middle circle was a scared furry creature with big ears and sad eyes.

Looking around to see if the boy was coming back, Kylia tried to free the creature. She reached in, being mindful of the sharp looking teeth, and felt for what was keeping the animal in place. Finding a small chain leading from one hind leg she followed it to a spoke on the oval. It wasn’t going to be easy to remove. With one hand on the furry neck to keep it still she tried to slip the chain off an elongated foot. Very slowly she moved the chain along, all the while whispering to the scared animal, trying to soothe it and keep it calm, while also stilling her own nerves. She was so involved in what she was doing that she stopped paying attention to the world around her. She gave no thought to how exposed she was, or how long she had been away from her city. She just needed to move the chain, just a little farther, and then the sad furry creature would be free. Just a little farther. Her concentration was jolted by a sharp crack of a twig a short distance away. Many things happened in that instance. The chain slipped off the hind foot and the scared creature bolted away from the trap which sprung and clamped onto her forearm.

Dazed, she watched the little beast leave her behind, not even looking back to give her thanks for rescuing it. Her appearance cooled from the warm glow of a spring day to the cold bite of winter, reflecting her mood. Then she was reminded of the presence of the other, the one that startled her and caused her current predicament.

“Your skin! It changed colors! How did you do that?”

And though she understood what he said, the boy that laid the trap and condemned an innocent creature to die, she did not reply. Only gave him an angry look as her skin took on a more golden hue.

He stared at her, and then he noticed the empty trap.

“My rabbit! How did you get it out of the trap?” He paused and pondered the situation. It seemed like quite the effort for him. “A skill like that would be very useful to someone I know who would pay me quite well for the likes of you. “

Kylia continued to glare at him but was unable to do more than offer a feeble attempt to block the blow to her head that knocked her out cold.

When she awoke, she saw the trap had been removed, her arm bandaged, her legs shackled together, and her mouth gagged. There was hay around her, a tarp over her head, and they were moving. Moving away from her home and unable to speak the spell that would set her free.

After 2 days travel, with no more interaction from the boy, they finally come to a halt. She was hungry, thirsty, and a mess. The tarp was thrown back and the sudden light of the sun blinded her. When she could see again there was a man standing in front of her. He was tall and thin but stood proud. A slick and too dark beard covered the lower portion of his chin and came to a quick point. He used his cane to stroke her leg, “Well, what do we have here?”
 
 
 
His voice was as smooth as silk. Leaning closer to her he spoke again.
“Milas here tells me you freed a rabbit from his trap.”
“And her skin changes colors!” The man turned quickly to glare at Milas, who took a quick step back from both of them.
In her anger at her situation, Kylia’s changed from her melancholy pale blue to a vibrant menacing golden amber.
“Ah, yes, that is quite the trick” The man tossed Milas a small sack of coins, Kylia could hear them jingle as he caught them.
“Be gone from here and tell no one of this.” The man then turned to Kylia, still chained, and gagged. “You belong to me now, understand? You will do as I say, and I will take care of you.” He received a silent glare in reply.
“And just so that we are on the same page, the city you came from, in the mountains, it is gone. Milas said he saw it disappear, he’d never seen anything like it before, he wouldn’t shut up about it, in fact.” Kylia knew his words were true. It had been days and there was no way the city was still in the material plain, and worse yet, she had no idea of how to get back to it. Her skin faded from amber, to mauve, to the palest of blues, almost white.

The man continued, “You know no one here, no one else will take care of you, like I will. You will be safe with me; I can teach you how to survive here.” As he spoke, he produced a key from one of the pockets of the red paisley vest he wore over a black, long sleeve blouse. He gently unlocked the shackles from her ankles, tsking over the scrapes and bruises present there.

Slowly, he reached up to her face, to remove the gag.
“I can trust you to not retaliate against me, nor run away, can’t I? I’ll remove this hideous gag and then the two of us will have a proper introduction and I will show you the castle where we will live.”
Leaning forward, Kylia’s skin warmed slightly, and she was finally unbound.
“Agenum!”
Instantly she was teleported 30 feet behind the man. And instantly he was there with her, holding her arm.
“I am not mad at you for trying, and I am glad to know you have this ability. It will come to good use. Now please, do not try that again.”
She looked him in the eyes as he towered above her.
“What is your name?” He gently asked, his tone comforting.
“Kylia Daden.” She didn’t mean to say it, she was never going to tell him her real name, but it came out before she could stop it.
“Kylia Daden. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am The Keeper of the Lost. But you may call me Mamirvar Zalmimruvo. Or Zalmo for short.”

Much time has passed. Zalmo has indeed taken care of Kylia and taught her many skills, mostly how to pick someone’s pocket without them noticing. They lived with a few other orphans in a modest house affectionately called The Castle because of the steep hill upon which it is perched. She had made no more attempts to escape, too much time had passed, and her home was now beyond her, having crossed back to the feywild some time ago. It would cross over again, though Kylia had no recollection of how often that happened, nor where she was in relation to the mountain glen she has appreciated from afar many times in the past. For now, she settled in at The Castle and made a new family, of sorts, while gathering as much information as she could about how to get back home.


Feet pounding down alley way after alley way, turn after turn, Kylia finally lost her pursuers, and herself. Pausing to catch a breath she looked up to see a shop window she didn’t recognize. In faded and dingy gold letting it read ‘Curios for the Curious’, and smaller underneath that, ‘If you need it, we have it’. Pressing her face up against a portion of glass she had cleaned with her sleeve, she could see several shelves overflowing with items of all descriptions. Every inch of the tiny shop was covered with something. With a final look around for the guards after her, she confidently walked inside. There was a soft bell tinkle when she opened the door. The interior air was so oppressive with the smell of must, stagnation, and something else, some kind of incense, that it held a physical presence of its own. The shelves were taller than her, stacked high with items, some she recognized, most she didn’t, and all with a thick layer of dust. A cat jumped down from somewhere and startled her.

“Ohh, don’t mind Juniper, ssshe won’t bite.” Said a voice from behind her.
Kylia whirled around. No one here has ever been able to sneak up on her. They had made a game out of it at The Castle. She ALWAYS knew when someone was coming, there was ALWAYS a tell, a breath, a scuff of the shoe, something to give the other away. She had no idea this man was here, let alone right behind her.
“Who..where..I’ve never seen this store before.”
It took Kylia a second to regain her composure. The being before her had an elongated, green, and scaly head that flowed down to a snout. Looking up at him, she could see the scales continued down under the white starched collar of his shirt. His dark grey waistcoat was immaculate with 4 tiny silver buttons keeping it closed over an impressively sized chest. Matching slacks and shiny, almost gleaming black leather shoes completed his outfit.

He smiled down at her, “We’ve been here some time, Juniper and I. For those searching for something to find when we are needed.” He bent down to look in her eyes, “What is it you are searching for, little one?”

“My home.” Kylie put her hand over her mouth and took a step back from the mysterious gentleman. She had told Zalmo that she had stopped looking, that the life she had here now was enough for her. That was her deepest, most private desire, and somehow that slipped out in front of this person she had never seen before.

“Who are you?” she asked in wonder, with a tinge of anger.
“Landarian, the Purveyor of Needful Thingsss. I have Curiosss for the Curioussss, anything you could possssibly need or want, it ISSSS here.”

Kylia looked around her. “Do you know things too? Do you have information here? That is all I am seeking.”
“Are you sssure about that? I cannot tempt you with …thisss?”
He pulled an object from a shelf above her head, in his lizard-like hand he held a plain golden ring.
“It allows its wearer to become invisible…for a time.”
With a flick of his hand, a second ring dangled off a long talon, hanging right in front of her eyes.
“Or this would allow you to fall gracefully and incur no damage. It could come in handy with those nighttime rooftop travels.”
“How did you kno--.”
He stopped her sentence with a knowing look and raised eyebrow ridge.

“No, no, I think what you need is—”
He paused and looked around his shop.

“I don’t know how you find anything in all of this clutter.”

“They call to me my dear, I can hear them whispering.” Landarian leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Arms out he walked a few steps around in silence. Just as Kylia was about to reach out and touch a shiny orb to her right, he spoke again, “Oh, I wouldn’t do that if I was you. Some of these can cause quite an unpleasant …experience.”

She slowly lowered her arm again, looking carefully at the shop keeper. The cat rubbed up against her legs and purred. Its tail curled around her calf, almost possessively.

Several moments of stillness were broken by a loud clap.
“Yes, here it is! Just what you need.”

As he reached out to a random shelf Kylia noticed his cuff link. It was a tiny flying snake made from silver with an embedded ruby for its eye. Zalmo would definitely want to know about this place.

Curious she looked into his cupped hands as he lowered them to her eye level. He gently, almost reverently, held the object for her inspection. Nestled in the folds of his palms was what appeared to be a tiny perfume bottle on a chain. Purples and blues swirled around oranges and reds with hints of silvers throughout in a pattern that was beautiful and almost hypnotic.
“But I don’t have the money for such a thing.” She said softly, wistfully.

“Ahhh, this is my gift to you, from one who is also home sick and wishing things had gone differently. Just keep this between us, no telling Zalmo nor the others about my little shop here. I fear they wouldn’t be as understanding as you.”

Kylia started again. Had she mentioned Zalmo out loud? She didn’t remember doing so, but the strong order of this place was making her feel woozy and was messing with her head. Tentatively she reached out for the bottle, looking up into the smiling reptilian eyes. So kind and gentle, those eyes. What a lovely gift he was giving her. As her finger contacted the base of the bottle, she felt a small jolt and the world went dark.
Slowly a light revealed itself in the distance and started moving closer to her, getting brighter as it closed in. She had to shield her eyes from the blinding glare. And then it was dark again. When she lowered her arm, she saw a slight woman in front of her. Standing with a cocked hip and arms folded they took each other in. Beautiful was the only word that came to Kylia’s mind. Long silver hair flowed all around her head, as if it had no weight, her eyes were big and a deep blue, the same as the blue on the bottle. She wore a dress that flowed from orange to red to purple and moved as she moved, with an inherent subtle grace.

“I like the way that you see me.” Her voice, just above a whisper, had a musical quality to it that sent shivers through Kylia. She could listen to her say anything.

The woman chuckled. “My Little Lost One,” She put one hand on Kylia’s cheek and leaned in closer. “There is much I can show and teach you, but first, we must make a deal, you and me.”

“Mmm-hmm, anything you say.”

“Please, pay attention, this is important.”
Kylia stood up taller and shook her head slightly, feeling the cold left behind after the woman’s hand was removed.
Curtseying, the woman said, “I am Seshodal and I can grant your truest desires. IF you let me join with you. You see, I am stuck here, in this bottle, but with you I can get access to the outside world, and together we can do many great things. We can find your home. Is that not what you want most?” As she was speaking, Sheshodal put her arm around Kylia’s shoulders and whispered the last directly into her soul.

Kylia was silent for a moment. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Barely audible, but loud enough, Kylia said, “Yes.”


It was dark when Kylia woke in the alleyway. The shop was gone, just a blank brick wall where the giant, dusty window had been. Shaken, Kylia got to her feet and looked around. Instinctively she clasped the bottle hanging from the silver chain around her neck. Shesodal? She thought.
Yes, My Lost One, I am here. Kylia smiled, her features taking on an orange hue of contentment, and started to make her way back to The Castle.




Zalmo is a lesser member of the thieves guild
Kylia tries to steal from Opal's family shop, but Opal catches her and lets her go. Kylia promises to show here the best hideout/rooftop places.
Kylia reminds Opal of her childhood friend. Kylia introduces Opal to underground fighting area to sell her potions and tinctures.
Met a year ago.


From that day on she is Kylia Seshodal – 2 beings in one body.

Skin changes colors with mood (seasonal emotions)

Eladrin in the spring state tend to have green skin and hair. Their whole being exudes the vibe of growth to such an extent that flowers and plants may sprout around them. This state is linked to joyful and playful emotions, celebrations, and cheerfulness.
Eladrin in this state are often optimistic and happy, energetic and exuberant, and prone to mischief while acting naive and careless to potential dangers. Ah, springtime, when love is in the air.

Eladrin in the summer state tend to have more golden hair and skin. Their presence and aura is intimidating. This state is linked to passionate and wrathful emotions, confrontations, and anger. Eladrin in this state are often quick to anger, but motivated, and ready to act against any threat.

Eladrin in the autumn state might have red or orange hair and skin, their features mimicking the newly turned autumn leaves. This state is linked to peaceful and calming emotions, with sombre self-reflection.
Eladrin in this state are open to change, level-headed and well-meaning, and slow to act without careful consideration.

Eladrin in the winter state will have pale blue or white hair and skin, their features mimicking the frosty winter landscape. This state is linked to sad and melancholy emotions and quiet contemplation.
Eladrin in this state can be prone to bouts of angsty pouting, real Gloomy Gusses, while holding grudges, and crying frozen tears.

Age

75

Gender

Female

Eyes

dark green with gold flecks

Hair

Silvery white and whispy

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

pale with a slight blue/silver tint

Height

4 ft 8 in

Weight

95 pounds