<div class="floatleft">(http://img00.deviantart.net/c93c/i/2014/321/4/5/steampunk_elf_by_byrsa-d86pqgu.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Namiha (Nami) Barlow (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2452168)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Half elf oracle</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>50/50<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+7<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tamaa, Aishah, bill, Gregory, Faru,  Zain, yamyra<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Namiha woke quickly, her dreams nothing but nightmares filled with images of beasts that hunt in the dark. She was running through the deep woods, running till her feet bleed and her lungs burned in protest. But still the beasts were on her heels, the screams of her family filling the night air were what pushed her from the sleeping world with a fright.<br/><br/>The sound of voices soon broke Namiha from her freighted state and back to the present. She blinked several times to push away the sleep that still threatened to take her back. Reaching up Namiha wiped her faces, and slowly stood. She listened to someone outside of the tent voicing a welcome. And for half a moment Namiha’s heart leapt, but it soon fell back into place the moment she knew that the voice did not belong to her traveling companions.<br/><br/>Slowly Nami gathered her things and walked out of the tent to Greta the morning sun. The bright light causing her golden hair to shimmer in its light. Her crystal blue eyes taking in the approaching group, at least they weren’t attacking. That had to be a good thing. Still, Namhia’s hand came to rest on her morning star as she looked the newest arrivals over. Would they be friend of foe, only time would tell in a place as wild as this. “Good day!” Namiha called out but made no effort to approach as of yet, “What is it you wish from us?” She asked in return uncertain if this fortune expedition could be trusted.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notes</strong>:<br/><br/>