<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/XtRXz8P.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Narla (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2776671)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Slime Wizard (Chronurgy)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/>Cerulean<br/><strong>HP:</strong>80/80<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Cast Magic Armor<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: 11 (0) Constitution: 14 (2)  Dexterity: 16 (3)<br/>Intelligence: 19 (4) Wisdom: 15 (2)  Charisma: 13 (1)<br/><br/>Slots:<br/>1st: 3/4<br/>2nd 2/2<br/></div></div><br/>"Oh, hello, Kaz. You know you can call me Narla, if you wish," Narla replied to her friend, smiling. Or, at least, she considered the woman her friend and Kaz seemed friendly enough with her back. Though, really, Kaz seemed friendly with just about everyone. And just as Narla worshipped Twi and Kaz Sol, they seemed complete opposite to each other. Which maybe was part of why they got together so well? And, at least with some things, like their dedication to becoming a Knight, they were alike. And... well, other parts as well. Parts that Narla had perhaps taken inspiration from Kaz on. "I was ready two years ago, when I split, and long before, when Varnarla split then," she said. Non-slime languages were difficult when one spoke about oneself. Varnarla was her and also not her in a way that was difficult to communicate in Common, but completely natural to her. A day will not change my readiness, but my qualifications..." She affectionately brushed a particular spot on Cerulean's neck and he made a sound that might be terrifying to most, but she knew meant he enjoyed it. "Well, I hope that my studies have been sufficient."