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Myrlandria of House Kaleesh, aka Myrla
Golokai/Shadow Agent female Lvl 9 PsiWarlock

    At the height of the Golokai dominion over Arrallon-55, the humans and dragons that had been under the Golok thumb finally revolted. But they had no hope of defeating the Seven Kings and the Seven Queens of the Golok Empire by themselves. They needed an ally, a powerful one. Then, from the black night sky, came the answer to their prayers, the Githyanki. But the Gith High Command wasn’t there on any mercy mission, they’d learned that the Golok had already made allies with one of their ancient and hated enemies, The Shadows. The Golokai had already been busy working to perfect their next evolutionary step forward.

    The Shadows gave them even more advanced genetics knowledge than they already possessed. And to counter this new threat of the off-world invaders aiding the puny humans, the summoned volunteers to undergo a process that would make them the ultimate psionic weapons, Shadow Agents. Only the best and the brightest need apply. So did Myrlandria of House Kaleesh end up in the program at a secret genetics laboratory high in the eastern mountains. A few months later, she emerged as one of the elite, one of the PsiWarlocks, equal and superior in all respects to the Githyanki elite psionic warriors.

    Myrla went off on her first missions with dedication and faith in her abilities. She prayed to Golok for her success, but her jealous and hateful God was not listening. On her first deep cover mission, she was discovered, captured, tortured and sent to the Gith Mindslayers. By the time they were done with her, she had been turned into a double agent. But before the war was finally decided, half the Githyanki forces were withdrawn. No one on A-55 knew the truth behind the retreat. All they knew was the war would go on a lot longer than anyone had planned. With the Githyanki, it might have been a quick and decisive victory for the rebels. Now, it could go either way. Myrla just happened to be aboard one of the Githyanki Destroyers when the recall order came in, so she left with the Gith.

    What she didn’t know at the time was that the ship wasn’t just retreating from the star system, but from the entire reality. The Githyanki forces had just engaged Lolth’s Mindspider back in the Arrallon-prime universe, and all ships were being called in. They arrived too late to save the fleet from disaster, not that their tiny Destroyer would have done much to Lolth’s Shadow tech Dreadnaught. Then came the long game of planning for the final battle. Myrla was assigned to a deep recon unit, infiltrate the Drow fleet, get on board the Mindspider and learn everything about its systems, its vulnerabilities and weaknesses. As a Golokai, something never seen before in the A-prime universe, she could go in as herself and the Drow wouldn’t know what she was. The fact that she was also a powerful Shadow Agent could get her past almost every checkpoint and guard station.

    The time for the final battle at last came. Myrla heard that it was a special force from Arrallon that would be the doom of Lolth and her fleet. The mystery of how Lolth could have come back from the dead after Golok destroyed her was never answered to her satisfaction. After seeing Her on the bridge of the Mindspider a few times, there was no doubt in her mind that the Queen of Spiders had returned from oblivion. Her already shaky faith in Golok was further eroded to being nonexistent. When she saw not one single Golok in the boarding party from the strange looking Arrallonian ships, she realized she wasn’t in her own reality any more. She went about helping where she could, shutting down systems and overriding security protocols from a maintenance console. She barely managed to kill several Moutarri marines and get to an escape pod before the ship exploded. Whatever the Arrallonian humans had done, it was the biggest explosion she’d ever seen.

    The shock wave knocked her escape pod off course and she fought to maintain control, wounded and quickly running out of oxygen. She managed a crash landing back on her home world,… or whatever it had become in this reality. She stumbled from the wreckage, broken and bleeding, hoping that her superhuman abilities would save her. She wandered through a driving blizzard and collapsed in the snow.

    She awoke sometime later. How long, she had no idea. She was warm and healing quickly, though a tight knot in her stomach reminded her she hadn’t eaten in,… a very long time. Struggling to rise, she was greeted by the curious gaze of a small human child, a girl of no more than five or six years. She stifled her normal tendency to swat the little creature and choked out her best, nonthreatening smile. The creature ran almost screaming across the room and down a ragged set of stairs. She returned a few moments later dragging a full grown human male, her father apparently. Their initial communication was difficult, rescued only by Myrla’s psionic talents, for she knew none of the local languages.

    The man was a common farmer from some place called Hallof. A widower, he led a solitary life with his two children, a five year old daughter and a fifteen year old son. He’d found Myrla dying in the woods of Harkenwold and brought her to his farm. He knew nothing of space battles or any war with something called the Golokai. He wondered as to her race, and had assumed she was some sort of half-demon. Myrla was confused by that, wondering why he would risk taking a half-demon into his house, to which he responded that he’d known plenty of goodly half-demons and he wasn’t one to judge. Thus began Myrla’s crash course in peace, acceptance and understanding in the wilds of Equideyea.

    When she was fully healed, and after learning much of the languages and ways of this new world, she set out for the location in the mountains where the Golokai genetics lab had been on A-55. All she found was an abandoned ruin of a castle and stories of a dark sorceress that once lived there. She had adopted a human appearance, though she occasionally switched that out with one of this world’s elven appearances. Her long, wandering journey across this Arrallon-prime taught her many things, languages, the alternate history of this world, and most importantly, the fact no such creature as she existed on A-prime. That only remained true for several months, however. In the remote sections of the Central Barriers, a rift opened up. Myrla was there to see it and saw what came through, one of the Seven Queens and her retinue. It was much later, piecing the events together, that she realized that she had been the key, the quantum signature that had allowed the rift to open from her home plane. Given what she’d learned of A-prime, the genuine affection and hope she’d seen for the first time in her life, she had a choice to make; return to her people and join with the Golokai Queen, or stand and aid this world in staving off the inevitable conquest the Golokai Queen would undoubtedly bring?

    Myrlandria is one of the elite of Golokai society; not just noble born and trained in magic, psionics and physical combat, but further enhanced through one of their special genetics programs. And yet, even that isn’t enough to fully understand her powers and abilities. She was also trained with downloaded knowledge from the Githyanki, allowing her to break free of her Golokai roots and become a dedicated Githyanki double agent, working to undermine The Shadows, the very ones who gave her super powers. With her racial ability of exact memory, she has learned the majority of Arrallonian languages in record time and has mastered dozens of different skills, from acrobatics to hunting to advanced mathematics and sciences. In a standup fight, her melee skills are second to very few. She prefers her matched pair of Githyanki PsiSwords above most other weapons. She trained in even the advanced tech weapons of the Gith and the Shadows, though she’s not above using a bow to deadly effect in a pinch.

Description

Myrlandria of House Kaleesh, aka Myrla
Golokai/Shadow Agent female Lvl 9 PsiWarlock

    At the height of the Golokai dominion over Arrallon-55, the humans and dragons that had been under the Golok thumb finally revolted. But they had no hope of defeating the Seven Kings and the Seven Queens of the Golok Empire by themselves. They needed an ally, a powerful one. Then, from the black night sky, came the answer to their prayers, the Githyanki. But the Gith High Command wasn’t there on any mercy mission, they’d learned that the Golok had already made allies with one of their ancient and hated enemies, The Shadows. The Golokai had already been busy working to perfect their next evolutionary step forward.

    The Shadows gave them even more advanced genetics knowledge than they already possessed. And to counter this new threat of the off-world invaders aiding the puny humans, the summoned volunteers to undergo a process that would make them the ultimate psionic weapons, Shadow Agents. Only the best and the brightest need apply. So did Myrlandria of House Kaleesh end up in the program at a secret genetics laboratory high in the eastern mountains. A few months later, she emerged as one of the elite, one of the PsiWarlocks, equal and superior in all respects to the Githyanki elite psionic warriors.

    Myrla went off on her first missions with dedication and faith in her abilities. She prayed to Golok for her success, but her jealous and hateful God was not listening. On her first deep cover mission, she was discovered, captured, tortured and sent to the Gith Mindslayers. By the time they were done with her, she had been turned into a double agent. But before the war was finally decided, half the Githyanki forces were withdrawn. No one on A-55 knew the truth behind the retreat. All they knew was the war would go on a lot longer than anyone had planned. With the Githyanki, it might have been a quick and decisive victory for the rebels. Now, it could go either way. Myrla just happened to be aboard one of the Githyanki Destroyers when the recall order came in, so she left with the Gith.

    What she didn’t know at the time was that the ship wasn’t just retreating from the star system, but from the entire reality. The Githyanki forces had just engaged Lolth’s Mindspider back in the Arrallon-prime universe, and all ships were being called in. They arrived too late to save the fleet from disaster, not that their tiny Destroyer would have done much to Lolth’s Shadow tech Dreadnaught. Then came the long game of planning for the final battle. Myrla was assigned to a deep recon unit, infiltrate the Drow fleet, get on board the Mindspider and learn everything about its systems, its vulnerabilities and weaknesses. As a Golokai, something never seen before in the A-prime universe, she could go in as herself and the Drow wouldn’t know what she was. The fact that she was also a powerful Shadow Agent could get her past almost every checkpoint and guard station.

    The time for the final battle at last came. Myrla heard that it was a special force from Arrallon that would be the doom of Lolth and her fleet. The mystery of how Lolth could have come back from the dead after Golok destroyed her was never answered to her satisfaction. After seeing Her on the bridge of the Mindspider a few times, there was no doubt in her mind that the Queen of Spiders had returned from oblivion. Her already shaky faith in Golok was further eroded to being nonexistent. When she saw not one single Golok in the boarding party from the strange looking Arrallonian ships, she realized she wasn’t in her own reality any more. She went about helping where she could, shutting down systems and overriding security protocols from a maintenance console. She barely managed to kill several Moutarri marines and get to an escape pod before the ship exploded. Whatever the Arrallonian humans had done, it was the biggest explosion she’d ever seen.

    The shock wave knocked her escape pod off course and she fought to maintain control, wounded and quickly running out of oxygen. She managed a crash landing back on her home world,… or whatever it had become in this reality. She stumbled from the wreckage, broken and bleeding, hoping that her superhuman abilities would save her. She wandered through a driving blizzard and collapsed in the snow.

    She awoke sometime later. How long, she had no idea. She was warm and healing quickly, though a tight knot in her stomach reminded her she hadn’t eaten in,… a very long time. Struggling to rise, she was greeted by the curious gaze of a small human child, a girl of no more than five or six years. She stifled her normal tendency to swat the little creature and choked out her best, nonthreatening smile. The creature ran almost screaming across the room and down a ragged set of stairs. She returned a few moments later dragging a full grown human male, her father apparently. Their initial communication was difficult, rescued only by Myrla’s psionic talents, for she knew none of the local languages.

    The man was a common farmer from some place called Hallof. A widower, he led a solitary life with his two children, a five year old daughter and a fifteen year old son. He’d found Myrla dying in the woods of Harkenwold and brought her to his farm. He knew nothing of space battles or any war with something called the Golokai. He wondered as to her race, and had assumed she was some sort of half-demon. Myrla was confused by that, wondering why he would risk taking a half-demon into his house, to which he responded that he’d known plenty of goodly half-demons and he wasn’t one to judge. Thus began Myrla’s crash course in peace, acceptance and understanding in the wilds of Equideyea.

    When she was fully healed, and after learning much of the languages and ways of this new world, she set out for the location in the mountains where the Golokai genetics lab had been on A-55. All she found was an abandoned ruin of a castle and stories of a dark sorceress that once lived there. She had adopted a human appearance, though she occasionally switched that out with one of this world’s elven appearances. Her long, wandering journey across this Arrallon-prime taught her many things, languages, the alternate history of this world, and most importantly, the fact no such creature as she existed on A-prime. That only remained true for several months, however. In the remote sections of the Central Barriers, a rift opened up. Myrla was there to see it and saw what came through, one of the Seven Queens and her retinue. It was much later, piecing the events together, that she realized that she had been the key, the quantum signature that had allowed the rift to open from her home plane. Given what she’d learned of A-prime, the genuine affection and hope she’d seen for the first time in her life, she had a choice to make; return to her people and join with the Golokai Queen, or stand and aid this world in staving off the inevitable conquest the Golokai Queen would undoubtedly bring?

    Myrlandria is one of the elite of Golokai society; not just noble born and trained in magic, psionics and physical combat, but further enhanced through one of their special genetics programs. And yet, even that isn’t enough to fully understand her powers and abilities. She was also trained with downloaded knowledge from the Githyanki, allowing her to break free of her Golokai roots and become a dedicated Githyanki double agent, working to undermine The Shadows, the very ones who gave her super powers. With her racial ability of exact memory, she has learned the majority of Arrallonian languages in record time and has mastered dozens of different skills, from acrobatics to hunting to advanced mathematics and sciences. In a standup fight, her melee skills are second to very few. She prefers her matched pair of Githyanki PsiSwords above most other weapons. She trained in even the advanced tech weapons of the Gith and the Shadows, though she’s not above using a bow to deadly effect in a pinch.