<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 froze still as stone as the memories flooded back, her father, her uncles, her family! She looked back at the barrier and tears threatening to spill once more. Visions of what had happened slowly making their way through the haze that was her mind. “My group...my father and the others we were traveling tracking...something.” She shook her head grasping at the memory like bits of sand falling through her fingers.<br/><br/>“There are five others, my father led our group. He told me to run, but I didn’t want to leave them. I just...but then,” she shook her head as her voice cracked. No, they would be alive! They had faced countless adventures and beasts, they would be alive. She kept repeating the words over and over again, they were alive. “I don’t know what attacked us, it came so fast. I only heard the screaming,” her jaw clenched at the memory, “My father told me to run, I shouldn’t have though. I...I have to go back.” Namiha stood and turned towards the barrier, “You have to open it again, I need to go back.” She looked desperately at those that had found her.