The Life of Skye

               I was born Princess Sakadi Vayu in the elemental plane of air one-hundred-twenty-six years ago, and am the only heir of the King and Queen in our region.  The region we rule, known as the Mistral Reach, mostly made up of djiin, air spirits, and air elementals with the occasional water or ice elementals and genasi due to our close proximity to the plane of water.  Mistral Reach is the only area in the plane of air that can snow and rain, has extremely chilling temperatures, and has a thick cover of ice.

The reach, allied with a very private and powerful region known as Aaqa, the exact location of such is privileged information, and the home to races thought to be myth, the aarakocra and the vaati.  Aaqa, known for being home to those known as The Wind Dukes, who are dedicated to law and good and keep a close watchful eye on elemental evil and the encroachment of elemental chaos.  While this area seems to be a paradise, they have made enemies with those in the Sirocco Straits who frequently attempt to lead raids to Aaqa. 

Because of our alliance with Aaqa, when I was around fifteen years old, Sirocco Straits threatened the power of my family, trying to overthrow us in order to remove the most powerful allies of The Wind Dukes.  After many long months of battle, we prevailed, thus gaining further respect and loyalty from subjects residing within the reach, as well as from those residing within Aaqa.
 

             Though we had won the battle, the ruler of the strait had declared us enemies and continued attempts to weaken my family in order to weaken our allies, wishing to be discreet and weaken from within, he intended to kill me and make it appear accidental.  My parents, hearing of this plot, and in a desperate last attempt to protect me, pleaded with some old friends from Oerth, a young couple they had known in their travels, to take me in to be raised as they would have done.  They agreed, and contingencies were put in place for my safety.  They used the portal in Aaqa for my arrival, so no one from the strait could follow, and my memories of life in the plane of air were locked away, only to be unlocked when strong enough to return and defend myself. 

Although I no longer remembered my first few years of life, my adoptive parents, a halfling and a grey elf, quickly grew worried that not changing my name may bring notice from those who wish to do me harm thus changing my name to Skye Vindhalle, telling me the change was to make me feel more part of the family.

I was told my birth parents passed away which lead me to the orphanage my parents found me at, but I can’t remember what occurred in my earlier years of life, in face, I cannot recall the orphanage at all.  For two or three years this plagued me greatly, as I was barely able to speak common, thus limiting communication with my family, and upon finally grasping the language had a rather breathy accent until around age twenty-seven.  I have not yet been able to figure out if all air genasi as children preferred to talk with the wind whistling through the trees as I did, or if they also had such a difficult time speaking common as I did, however it is something I used to ponder as I sat outside in the breeze as a child. 

I grew up with two older brothers, a Halfling and a grey elf, the races of my parents.  As children, we would run through Kelten and the neighboring Hraak Forest and Griff Mountains, feeling the magic of the wind and the nature around us as we played silly games.  Eventually my brothers became rangers, understanding the best ways to see and maneuver in the rough terrain of the area, I however, understood the nature.  I saw the magic in the plants and animals as they sang and danced through their lives, learning through them how to grow and appreciate what is around us. 

Around my seventy-seventh birthday, I began spending more time in nature than with the humans in Kelten, spending weeks at a time wandering the forest as a bear or swimming in ponds with frogs and minnows.  Returning home very seldom to restock my supplies, I would occasionally save an innocent bear wandering into the wrong area, or help bees find a new home after the humans had destroyed theirs.  One day, after a particularly long trip away from home, I returned to find a hostile air elemental destroying the town.  I don’t really know how it happened, but somehow, I managed to talk the elemental down and convinced it to return home without hurting any more of the city or its people.  Talking down the elemental gave me a little notoriety throughout the land which caught Oryn Talus’s attention.  A few years later, a wagon arrived to escort me to Blackmoor to protect the museum and join the Bane.