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Beatrice Stogrehn
- Beatrice
These are aliases for "Beatrice Stogrehn".
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| 1.35 R | “Quite. Spoken to Mons? Beatrice, perchance?” |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | Ceria turned. Sitting across from them was a dark-skinned woman wearing armor. What was unique about her was that her head and said armor weren’t attached. She was spooning pudding into her head on the table. Calvaron seemed perfectly at home with this, but neither Pisces nor Ceria had ever seen a Dullahan in the flesh before. Her name was Beatrice, and this was about the third thing she’d said throughout the course of the meal aside from ‘Hello’ and ‘Nice to meet you’. |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | Pisces was already eating as if he’d been starving. Neither he nor Ceria had the best table manners, but Calvaron and Beatrice didn’t seem to notice. |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | “You get used to them pretty quick if you stay here. Beatrice used to hate all the enchanted armor around here. For two whole years she kept thinking they were other Dullahans and calling out to them.” |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | He laughed at Beatrice and she paused in feeding herself long enough to scowl at him. Pisces looked around. |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | Calvaron laughed into his food and even Beatrice’s head smiled. |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | Beatrice scowled. |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | “Beatrice is a Revivalist. She’s part of the faction that thinks we should throw open our doors and usher in a new era of magic like in centuries past.” |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | Beatrice scratched at her head. It was more of a massage since she could scratch every spot at will. She pointed at the distraught mage who’d ran into the room. |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | Calvaron laughed with Beatrice, although she just chuckled. Then he grew serious. |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | Beatrice translated. Calvaron nodded as he crunched on another carrot. |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | Calvaron chuckled as Beatrice threw up a magical barrier that caught an incoming bolt of magic. He glanced over at Ceria and Pisces as they stared at the magical war breaking out among the mages. |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 1) | “Anything else they should know, Beatrice?” |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 2) | Robes. Ceria snorted as she walked along in her normal, practical leggings and tunic. Over half of the new students were wearing long robes, usually dark blue or black. They’d bought it along with a low-quality wand, as if it were prerequisite for being a [Mage]. All it really did, in Ceria’s opinion, was make you look like an idiot. The older students, Calvaron and Beatrice included, didn’t wear robes. Then again, Calvaron was a Centaur and Beatrice was a Dullahan, so perhaps that was an unfair comparison. |
| Interlude – Wistram Days (Pt. 2) | Robes. Ceria snorted as she walked along in her normal, practical leggings and tunic. Over half of the new students were wearing long robes, usually dark blue or black. They’d bought it along with a low-quality wand, as if it were prerequisite for being a [Mage]. All it really did, in Ceria’s opinion, was make you look like an idiot. The older students, Calvaron and Beatrice included, didn’t wear robes. Then again, Calvaron was a Centaur and Beatrice was a Dullahan, so perhaps that was an unfair comparison. |
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