<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>40/40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+7<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tamaa, Aishah, bill, Gregory, Faru,  Zain, mouser<br/><hr/><br/>“Well truth be told I am not sure if you can call me a divine caster. I share a lot of the skills. But I don’t pray each morning for my spells. Though I believe my gifts are given to me by the gods, a divine touched or what my father called me an oracle.” Namiha explained best she could be considering she was not a traditional caster. “I don’t follow one goddess in particular more an ideal. But if I had to pick someone like Shelyn or Desna has always felt right to me.” She shared with a warm smile, “As for the last two questions I’m afraid I don’t know. All I know is that my mother went missing or left not long after I was born.’’ Namiha frowned for a short moment but shook her head, “My crazy old man thought he would find her here.” Her words were softly spoken as she looked toward the barrier once more.<br/><br/>As things began to get ready to go Namiha stood and smoothed down her clothes and armor as best she could. “Does this mean we're finally ready to go?” She asked eager to return to the strange patch of the dark continent and what she hoped were her comrades and family.