<div class="floatleft">(http://img607.imageshack.us/img607/7807/burnedwomanicon.jpg)</div>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Charred Witch</span></span></span><br/>-<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Morticia Liddell</span></span><br/><em>- Most Peculiar</em><br/>- 46/46 HP ; AC 18<br/><hr/><br/>Of all the things she'd ever experienced in her life, getting shunted off to gods-know-where by a mysterious stranger ranked pretty low on Morticia's list.  If the laws of physics weren't twisted into a knot at least once a day it made her feel unbearably<em>itchy</em>.  In her mind the only time things seemed completely normal was when something truly<em>sinister</em>was afoot.  Better a snake flying through the air than a snake hidden in the grass.<br/><br/>Morticia stumbled to her feet and swiped the dust from her strange patchwork dress (http://img535.imageshack.us/img535/1892/exoticdress2.jpg), muttering all manner of obscenities.  "Dragon's<em>spit</em>, no sense of manners on that one.  Can't even bother tae<em>warn</em>me first."<br/><br/>The woman snapped her fingers irritably until a faint magical shimmering surrounded her, then took a good look at her surroundings.  A few feet away a rather comfortable stone chair piled high with all manner of overstuffed pillows was swiping nervously at the dirt with its forelegs.  A pair of large eyeballs, one set into the front of each arm, stared blankly at her.<br/><br/>"At least he had the sense not tae deprive a woman of her comforts," she said, just before toppling back into the sea of cushions and settling there.  She arched a brow at the other four.  "Let me guess.  Someone conned you all intae a job as well?"<br/><br/><strong>[Mage Armor]</strong>