<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/>"You can all call me Morticia, Queen of the Bells, Madame of Mysteries, Sultry Swindler, Reader of Fortunes and Teller of Tall Tales.  Or Tish.  Whatever floats your proverbial<em>boat</em>,"<br/><br/>The strange woman tapped the left arm of her chair with a delicate purple wand, which suddenly sprouted a dozen additional little stony legs and began lumbering forwards to the side of the group nearest the tower.  A crooked smile twisted up the burned side of her face as she peered out into the distance.  The look suited her perfectly.<br/><br/>"Personally, I'm not much one for procrastinating when there's a job tae be done.  Not quite sure what the job<em>is</em>, but if that tower isn't a great flapping hint then I don't know what is.  Worst case scenario, we all die.  Horribly.  Then again, that's<em>always</em>the worst case, innit?"