Khimah is a pale-skinned female gnome, with large black eyes devoid of sclera and equally dark hair that is spiked up into a short pixie cut.  A wide and deep pink scar runs through her scalp, from her right ear to roughly the top of her head.

She wears fraying black shorts that are cropped at the mid-thigh, a matching gold-buttoned black blouse tied off above her midriff with both sleeves rolled past her elbows, and a leather bandolier loaded with vials and flasks of various liquids.   A trio of needle-thin silver chime earrings hang from each of her ears.

She has no idea who she is, save for the journal that lists her recent experiences.

Khimah's Journal:
A messy and stained journal bound in weathered black leather that has been scraped and gouged, but remains intact.  Many of the pages are stained in blood and spilled ink or just ripped out, rendering them illegible,  but what can be gleaned is as follows...

2nd Spring Moon, 4th day, 385 Post-Abscence :

At last, a breakthrough!  Together we cracked the secrets of Primal Elementia!  Frinarv and I have had some success with just... ... and starting a journal to log our progress.  Hopefully Arran likes what she made her!

2nd Summer Moon, Day 9, 385 P.A. :

Last night was a near-convergance, when three of the four moons passed their shadows over the sun!  I asked an astrologer, and he said once every few hundred years, all four moons align.  It happened twice during the Age of Abscence, and there's supposed to be another full convergence next year.  So exciting! Experiments have been going great.  We've managed to isolate another source of Primal Water, and confirmed that combining aggressive elements like Earth and Fire  with the softer element of Water tempers the personality of the awakened elemental.  We were lucky that Cookie turned out well, but since then we haven't found a source of Primal Air so none of the others have been as communicative.   Maybe someday!

3rd Winter Moon, Day 5, 385 P.A.:

Reese the Astrologer is dead.  I found him, at his place in the Needlespire, stabbed in the back right by his telescope. Tomorrow is the Wanderer's Festival.  I don't know how I'm supposed to feel excited about anything with that hanging over me, much less new partners.  Why would anyone do this?

3rd Winter Moon, Day 7, 385 P.A.:

I went back.  The guards barely looked at anything.  It's like they don't even care. I care.  I found his logbook, the once he wrote his interpretations in.  Someone threw it into the fire, but under the bookcase where his body fell I found a page all balled up...I don't know what it means yet, but I've got to find out befor...

Crumpled Page:

At the dusk of the third moon, the the sun will grow dark and the Earth shall swallow the winds. In the Caverns of Molten Brass, the Tome of Truth shall open the Vault of the Sky. When light becomes shadow, the Silver Bridge shall be destroyed and the west shall become the Kingdom of Death under a rain of fire. The Horn's Call will herald the retreat of the equinox sea, and the Seal of Runes will be no more. Castle, Clay, Cavern, Keep.  Send five to four or all shall weep.

No Date:

It was the fucking sculptor!  I thought it would be that dragonborn Thorli because his kid was missing, but even with the serum he wouldn't confess to stealing from my workshop. We strike tonight.  Bili says he can get us in, he's old but damn good with gears and locks, and fast too.  I have to do this before Frin and Arran get pulled in too.  This was my mistake.  I can't let the Primal Elementia fall into the wrong hands...

5th Winter Moon, 7th day...:

I fucked up.  Too many.  I didn't think it went this high up.  They're working together. I think I'm dying.  So much bllod.  I can touch mv braln.  Thcy juzt brokc Billlli Bilk, l'm serrv.  I'm srrey sorry sorry. Dentt slip Khimah.  Doml sellp Khimah sleepy no don't sleeeeee                                   ||||                               Arran

2nd Spring Moon, 3rd Day, 386 Post-Abscence:

I think my name is Khimah.  I don't know.   I can't remember.   I just remember waking up in this bed, scared. The lady with the food gave me this book. She said it was mine, and it might help me remember, but I just... I don't.  She said I should write in it anyway, and it might work better than before... but I don't remember any before.   Just today. Maybe tomorrow will be better...

That is the last relevant entry.  What follows are a chain of similar entries,  leading up to today's date, with a note tucked into the page.

Recent Note:

The Grinning Gate Sundown "Reservation for Billy"