<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/>Morticia had looked at the others as they went off toward the tower with a look of vague disgust.  She normally didn't feel obligated to help strangers, let alone strangers apparently willing to wade into battle against superior numbers without a second thought, but the idea of just wandering on their merry way without even lifting a finger to help had left a bitter taste on her tongue.  That Meileena also elected to remain behind only hardened her resolve.<br/><br/>"Well it looks as though this elf has things well in hand," she muttered vaguely to the other woman as her chair came to a sudden stop.  "Still, doesn't mean we can't do what we can to keep the odds in his favor, eh?"<br/><br/>Coming as close as she could to the conflict while still remaining well out of the range of a sudden sword blow, the witch concentrated on the nearest monster in an attempt to take it out of the fight.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>[Slumber Hex] DC 21 Will</strong></div></div>