<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Yali_Adama_1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1b/Yali_Adama_2.jpg)</div><strong>Yali Adama, the Story Girl of Nara</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1C3NqFYV9FIbqX4luOYR-WhRBHRgrD6jfb2BGg-9XDsU/edit)<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Kirsine Peasant<br/><strong>Class:   </strong>Warrior 1<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Height:</strong>5’10””<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>175lbs<br/><strong>Build:</strong>A hard-bodied girl, very dark, passing tall, and curvy.<br/><strong>Skin:</strong>Ebony<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Wisps of night falling straight to mid back.<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Liquid night.<br/><strong>Style:</strong>She wears a short skirt and X-top of colorfully woven homespun.  She walks with a spear for a staff, and blades go over the tops of her hands from her bracelets.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">A Story</div><div class="spoiler_body">“Hear now the folly of Omaru, patriarch of the mighty Drogba Clan, lord of the steppes of Koti.  Wealthy and powerful he was, controlling an iron mine and commanding dozens of horsemen and dozens of footmen.    <br/><br/>“Upon his grandfather’s death, Omaru assumed the crown of his land.  Knowing that the king was weak and far away, he thought to make himself a king, seizing control of four provinces that surrounded him.  Traveling to the depths of his darkest dungeon, he made a pact with the undying Nganga imprisoned there, that the naganga would serve him for the span of his natural life in return for certain foul deeds to feed his hunger.  <br/><br/>“To test his strength and seize lives to feed his undying servant, Omaru sent raids to the surrounding lands.  To the east his men road, into the lands of Nara.  There they descended on a humble village where farmers lived in peace, dutifully paying tribute to a lord to distant too defend them.  The people of Nara defended themselves with spears and bows, but Omaru’s men were ruthless, cutting down many farmers, carrying away not just cattle and crops, but slaves and riches.  <br/><br/>“My mother and I hid with my little brother in our hut.  My father fought with the other men.  When the line broke and the reavers filled the village, a man burst into our hut to carry me away.  My brother seized a spear and leapt forewords to defend me, but the soldier knocked the spear from his hand and broke his head with his club.  <br/><br/>“As my brother fell, such a fury as I had never known before took me, and I took the spear, and I drove it through that soldier’s heart.  <br/><br/>“The reavers left eventually, and the people of Nara licked their wounds and began to rebuild.  I was not content with this.  I took my brother’s spear and found a band of Spears of the Dawn.  I offered to the Lohkosan warrior Mensa of the clan Nahkisi to serve as his squire in return for training in the way of the warrior.  I told the tales of Mensa’s brave band, fighting bandits and monsters.  <br/><br/>“Today, I do not tell you his tale, or Omaru’s.  I am Yali Adama, the Story Girl of Nara.  This is my story.” <br/></div></div>