<div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/private/elfs/witch2_zpsacwrroye.jpg)</div><strong>Alizar 'Misty' de Har'eakle</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=225835)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">Female Neutral Tiefling Witch, <strong>Level</strong> 1, <strong>Init</strong> 7, <strong>HP</strong> 9/9, <strong>Speed</strong> 30<br/><strong>AC</strong> 13/17, <strong>Touch</strong> 13/17, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 14, <strong>CMD</strong> 13, <strong>Fort</strong> 2, <strong>Ref</strong> 3, <strong>Will</strong> 4, <strong>CMB</strong> 0, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 0,   <strong>Action Points</strong> 0<br/><strong>  Dagger x2 </strong> +0 (1d4, 19-20/x2)<br/><strong>  Dagger-Thrown </strong> +3 (1d4, 19-20/x2)<br/><strong>  Mage Armor</strong> (+4 Armor, +3 Dex)<br/><strong>Abilities</strong> Str 11, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 18, Wis 12, Cha 10<br/><strong>Condition</strong> None<br/><strong>Spells</strong> 0) Dancing Lights, Daze, Detect Magic-- 1) Cure Light Wounds, Mage Armor<br/><strong>Spell Like Abilities</strong> Prestidigitation 3/day, Darkness 1/day<br/><strong>Hexes</strong> Evil Eye, Slumber<br/><strong>Skills</strong> Perception +10, Lore-Ships of the Shackles +8, Chef +5, Sailor +5, Knowledge-Arcana +8, Knowledge-Nature +8, Spellcraft +8, Swim +5</span><br/><hr/><br/>Misty's head throbbed and she could tell things had gone from sad to bad. She had been in Port Peril looking for work on a trade ship while the clan's own ship was in for a long term repairs. Now she was naked and could tell she was on a ship at sea from the creaks and groans of the wood and the sway of the deck she laid on. She blinked open her eyes as her darkvision kicked in and just as she touched the essence of her familiar nearby the door slammed open and the light blinded her. Squeezing her eyes hard shut as she heard, “Still abed with the sun over the yardarm? On your feet, ye filthy swabs! Get up on deck and report for duty before Cap’n Harrigan flays your flesh into sausage skins and has fishguts fry ye up for breakfast!”<br/><br/>She flowed to her feet keeping her head lowered as her eyes adjusted again. The easy way she moved with the sway of the ship bespoke of someone not a landlubber but of someone that had spent a lot of time on the sea. As she waited for the rest to raise, her mind again touched that of 'Ratter', her Familiar was somewhere in the depths of the ship hunting rats and that gave her comfort since she would have access to her spells when needed.<br/><br/>Lifting her head her eyes narrowed as the ....shark girl ...something...started right off with the wrong tone and stance for pirates. She hoped that would not reflect on her!<br/>