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A brow was raised. "Hm? Your mother was a lycan?" she asked curiously. Finally Corin seemed to have said something that caught her attention, even if it was just because Beatrix typically took an interest in the occult, the supernatural, especially if it was spooky. "You'll have to tell me more...

"Sounds like you kiss a lot of boring people." stated Beatrix firmly in response as she rested her head in her hand, leaning slightly to the side in her seat as she peered up towards the tall elf. But then the redhead's words seemed to cause her some confusion. She's patient? She doesn't...

Clementine's disrupted travel was of course not just by random chance, there was a very real reason for the disturbance in the ley line and it had to do with a nearby witch of the bayou... For a few days now Beatrix had been researching a topic of importance to her and it had to mainly do with...

This stubby-eared elf... Beatrix couldn't tell if she wasn't perhaps just looking for trouble, just looking for an excuse to get herself into a predicament. First the swamp, now this. Was she hoping Beatrix would retaliate? Was she just trying to push her patience and boundaries hoping for a...

Beatrix doesn't venture too far, definitely around the Bayou area, Alliria, or Falwood would work best! If you're feeling up to it feel free to put up a thread if you'd like!

"Whole chicken day...?" repeated Beatrix, "Feathers and all?" she added as she crossed one leg over the other with a gentle sigh. "You make it sound like they don't feed you over there. Yet they always try to make city life sound so... easy." she let out a soft breath of amusement as her blue...

Come defend the forests from my evil magic if you can.

Chapter I Of the First Law; the Price Undoubtedly the first law is the most crucial and important to any aspiring mage, wizard, witch, warlock or what have you. It is the law, more or less, of an equivalent exchange. In order to perform our magic we must in turn offer something up. This...

Beatrix didn't move or react when Corin's hand brushed through the blonde hair that fell over her shoulder, nor did she step away when the wide brim of her hat was pushed up so that crystal blue eyes could stare back at the elf. "Well I didn't much care for the way you worded the question, so...

[Upon a pedestal within the sanctuary of a witch deep within the bayou sits a tome bound in black leather and strung with sinew, its pages delicately penned in potent mage blood with the quill of a raven. The Codex Mortalis is a collection of the written thoughts, interpretations, and...

Having left the bayou for more fertile land Beatrix had found herself standing amidst the ancient trees of the Falwood, tall and proud and so very full of life. It was the perfect place to experiment... The witch had spent some time marking out the ideal spot for her spell; a small clearing...

As Corin set down the corpse Beatrix moved towards the hearth as she removed the carved skull hanging from her hip, she placed it gently upon a small pedestal by one of the chairs upon a pillow that faced the flames. Her hand seemed to slide along the smooth top of the skull in a gentle and...

As Beatrix walked she gave a light shake of her head in response to Corin's words. "For more people to access the bayou...? The last thing anyone here wants is more intruders..." she sighed in answer as she stepped over a thick and mossy root that obstructed the path. She used her staff to...

Hey there. Beatrix here is a witch that dwells in the bayou, she likes to raise the dead and practice her rune magic, combining both it and her necromancy for some interesting effects. She's not a good person really, more a selfish one, but if you'd like to fight some undead minions or ruin a...

If she's every around Alliria or better yet; Crossroad Mire, I'd definitely be interested in having Beatrix meet her! A necromancer and a warlock crossing paths sounds like a good recipe for disaster. https://chroniclesrp.net/Folklore/Beatrix