<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>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+7<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tamaal, Aishah, bill, Gregory<br/><hr/><br/>Nami blinked as she stumbled about, her eyes blurring with unshed tears as she looked around herself. The world seemed to be nothing but chaos at that moment. And she had no idea where to turn, but those that stood before her began yelling at her to move. To get away from what...a barrier...the barrier yes they had passed through the barrier. They...them...her group where was her group?!<br/><br/>SHaking her head Nami turned and started walking towards the people calling out to her. Her hand still gripping her Morningstar as if on instinct as if she were expecting another attack. “Please... they're gone...all gone...” her words were a jumbled mess of thought as she moved away from the barrier. She stayed far enough from the group to stay out of reach just in case. As if some small part of her brain was still in fight mode it kept her from simply falling into the first set of arms that she came upon.