Sigil: City of Doors

Basic Information

Name: Beatrix
Aliases: Muck
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19
Profession: Entertainer, spy, sometime assassin.
Languages: Common, Elven, Draconic
Accent: None

Physical Information

Height: 5'10"
Weight: 161 lbs
Body build: Athletic, but busty.
Skin type: Pale white, mildly ruddy cheeks
Hair style: Red, shoulderlength, occasionally tied up
Eyes: Heterochromatic, they will change colors on occasion
Scars: none that she'll admit to
Tattoos: see above
Colouring: will sometimes paint face

Mental Information

Alignment: Debauched evil (somewhere between NE and CE, leaning more toward NE
Philosophy: Pleasure is to be pursued by ANY means necessary.
Deity/Beliefs: Doesn't REALLY believe in anything beyond herself, but pays lip service to Tiamat
Personality: Debauched, spoiled, impetuous, impatient, devoid of any conscience.

Additional Information

Gear: Carries a small lute with her, which she is INTENSLELY talented with. Also has a wineskin with her at all times and a long pipe and small jar of "floral paste" to put in it.
Jewelry:Multiple platinum piercings in both ears, one in her nose, one in her lower lip . Wears ostentatious rings when not adventuring.
Habbits/hobbies: Singing...usually with the goal of seduction with likely theft.
General Health: In good health, but has problems with multiple addictions.
Favorite Drink: WINE. Wine. Maybe some brandy now and again, but WINE.
Weaknesses: Innocent young women. Could likely have to do with her -undisclosed- past.


Initial Biographic Information:

I was born in Velanzi on the Tilvanot Peninsula (I think). My mother told me before she died that I was the daughter of a high abbot in the Scarlet Brotherhood, but I have no way of proving that. Dear old mother died when I was ten, leaving me to my own devices. Fortunately, the old bag had taught me a few useful things, including how to play a lute. Not that I'd needed much help. I took to it immediately, she said, and within a year (at age 6) I could already outplay her. She used to parade me in front of the neighbors to play so she could earn a few coppers. Well, anyway, when she died I took to the streets playing for donations. It wasn't much, but it got me noticed by the brotherhood. The brothers took me into their care, and taught me to read----when I wasn't scrubbing floors and cooking food for them. Fortunately, they were chaste monks...because by all the gods of good and evil, they reeked.

When I had spare moments, I sneaked into the scriptorium and read all I could on any topic available. Soon, the abbot recognized my abilities and they began to train me in more nefarious matters. On the eve of my seventeenth birthday, they sent me to Ratik with an important mission of destabilization. I was to ingratiate myself with the archbaron and poison him when the time was right. It was then the Suelii of the north would sweep down and overrun the barony once and for all.

I arrived in Marner after a monthlong journey and set about making myself at home in the freezing dungheap. Finding a local tavern, I negotiated an entertainment deal. I'd keep the patrons enthralled...and drinking...and the inkeep would give me room and board gratis. After a few months of this, I noticed a particular patron who would show his face nearly every night, and sit up front. Here was an old, perverse, and somewhat prominent man who seemed to love me. Some discreet questions to the right people gave me the information i needed. This was the archbaron's exchequer, and he had full access to the castle-keep. That night, I made sure I paid -extra- attention to him. Some well-chosen songs, a few demure smiles and a wink and the prey was mine.

Later that evening, he followed me to my room. I told him to lay on the bed and asked if he'd like some wine. He did indeed, and I made sure to include a special tonic the brothers had given me. It caused those who imbibed it to be completely immobile while losing all ability to say no. With a sweet smile, I offered a toast and we drank up. Some minutes later, the poison took hold, and I took to questioning the lecher.

The poison worked as advertised and he offered up that there was a hidden way into the fortress. I thanked him, and helped him to his feet as best I could. Dragging him over to the window, I opened it and threw him out of it to his death below. I screamed...in my best blood-curtling scream possible. I tore my shirt, and ran out into the hallway. I told the inkeep he'd tried to assault me, and in the process he'd fallen out the window. Both the inkeep (and later) the city watch believed me. Who wouldn't believe a pretty face?

(more later)

After the exchequer's death, I laid low for a bit. I kept up my routine of being a performer in the inn in Marner, packing the house each night. I was careful not to grow attached to anyone, and kept to myself the best I could. After a few fortnights, I figured it was safe enough to sneak into the keep. I waited until a mostly moonless night, and crept up to the castle, using techniques I'd learned from the Brothers and our Frutzii allies. When I reached the base of the eastern wall, I found the small portal the exchequer had told me about in his drugged stupor. It took some work, but I pried the grate off it and sneaked into the tunnel.

It was filled with rancid, cold and fetid water, but it didn't phase me in the least. I had a job to do, and I meant to do it. I crawled as far as i could into the tunnel, until I came to a grate in the floor. I could hear the voices of soldiers as they walked overhead. I waited until the coast was clear and then as quietly as possible slipped the floor-grate aside and climbed up into the passage. The best I could tell from the smell of things, I was near the kitchen.

Ensuring I remained undetected, I crept into the kitchen and subdued a serving girl that was filling pitchers with water and wine. I dragged her limp, unconscious body off to a dark corner and quickly undressed her, replacing my clothes with hers. I then hurried back into the kitchen, and dropping a lethal but slow-acting poison into a jug of wine, scurrying off to the dining hall. There was a feast happening, with the arch-baron and several dozen dignitaries from local towns. The room was dimly lit, and raucous. Serving girls scurried back and forth from the kitchen to the table. The plan was perfect.

Doing my best to mimic the behavior of the other girls my age, I made my way toward the arch-baron and waited a brief moment for him to empty his chalice of wine. As soon as he emptied it, I filled his cup. I curtsied, and hurried back to the kitchen...which was almost as busy as the dining hall. I dumped the remainder of my poisoned wine in a simmering pot of meat and ran as fast as I could into the hallway, remaining unseen...

Until a guard stopped me.

"You! Servant!" the guard bellowed at me. "What're you doin' out 'ere?"

I bowed my head humbly, so he couldn't have a good look at my face and approached him slowly. I noticed the dagger in his belt.

"Beggin' yer pardon, sir," I said in as mousy a voice I could muster. "But I need ta use the privvy."

As most of the other men of Marner would have done, the pervert approached me with ill intent. "I think I like you...is you new 'round 'ere?" the guard asked. I waited patiently for the exact moment.

"Uh, yes, sir..." I said with the best false fear in my voice.

He came close, and placed a hand on my chest, squeezing. At that moment, I snatched the dagger from his belt, and stabbed him through his throat, such that he couldn't scream. His lifeless but still twitching body fell to the floor and I made a break for the tunnel. I climbed into it and pulled the grate closed as fast as I could...making my way out to the hidden entrance.

Overhead I began to hear shouts as the guard was found dead in the hall. An alarm bell sounded as I scampered into the surrounding treeline, freezing and soaked, but one hundred percent certain of my success. When I made it back to town, I evaded patrols and climbed up the back wall of the inn to my room's window. I wrapped myself in blankets and waited until morning.

When dawn came, I released a pigeon with a message for the Frutzii Jarl. The time was now. The Arch-baron died three days later, as did a number of his retinue. A solemn ceremony invoking Wee Jas's mercy was planned for later in the week, including a pyre built in the town square. As the townfolk gathered around the pyre and the clerics began their incantations for the dead, the lit the stack of wood setting off a mighty blaze. A blaze which could be seen for leagues around, especially out into the sea....a sea which was blanketed with a fleet of a thousand Frutzii longboats.

What happened next can only be described as devastation. When my Suel brothers had finished, the whole of the town and its castle were a smoking ruin, and I was secreted away by a company of shield maidens. The deed had been done.