<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rigging at the bow<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open {Narindi}<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>""Strunbriinah," the words escaped Dalen's lips in awe as he watched her call the wind, he muttered in a long forgotten tongue passed down from the elders to his kin.<br/>"Ahlok Kestsestrun, fin loknok rahgol los het," the nepharian spoke softly to her turned back, he suddenly felt relieved.  Strunbriinah were sacred to his clan the brought rain to parched fields and warmth on days of harvest.  This storm sister looked strange however, she was pink and fleshy not the grey green of the kin. What this meant he knew not.<br/>His brow furrowed in concern at her initial reaction, and was again puzzled at the pink fleshy lady, though attractive she was he had never met a Strunbriinah that was not an orc.