<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/>Namiha Looked to Tamaa as she questioned her further, the words were not lost on her but her memories were still so jumbled. Closing her eyes Namiha thought back to the beginning of this horrible ordeal. How her father had gotten a dream of her mother being here. Her mother, the woman she’d heard only stories about here?! It had been such a foolish reason to take on the dark continent. But they had been adventurers for decades, surely they could handle anything that was thrown at them. At least that was what they thought.<br/><br/>“Benric...gods help us those things tore him apart.” She said before shaking her head, “Yes we had maps, Benric had them but he...” her words trailed off as she’d already shared his fate. “We all had our reasons for coming to this place; my father was looking for someone and I was here to try and protect those I cared about.” She frowned and looked down at her bloody hands which had nothing to fill them but failure. She had been too weak, she couldn’t safe Benric or any of the others. She’d failed them in the worst way possible,” I’m so sorry.” She whispered the words and looked up, her hands balling into fists as determination suddenly washed over her beautiful features. “When can we head back into the barrier?” Namiha asked as she found courage in the love she had for those she’d been traveling with.