Beauregard Delacroix
Beauregard Delacroix
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Slim, but rather unmuscled.
Identifying Characteristics
A tattoo of a goldfish on his left shoulder-blade.
Apparel & Accessories
Apparel of mostly red, black, and white color - Carries tobacco everywhere he goes.
Mental characteristics
Education
Apprenticed at 21
Employment
West Manchester Investigative Firm, Manchester, Britannia
A former private investigator looking for a new life and some cheap thrills.
Current Location
Greenstone, Polania
Date of Birth
August 8, 1371
Birthplace
Manchester, Britannia
Children
Current Residence
London, Britannia
Gender
Male
Eyes
Dark grey-green
Hair
Black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Fair
Height
6' 3"
Weight
182 lbs
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29-30 April 1410
To my surprise, it would seem that my old life is suddenly catching up with me. It’s been nearly a year since I first left to London from Manchester; yet I’d believed I’d have much longer until I’d have to return to a daily life of picking up clues, investigating witnesses, and looking at bodies. I’d even heard from my wife! (mem; I must bring up the possibility of taking our group back to Britannia. Likely soon.) By fate, it would seem I’m getting ahead of myself.
How could I have underestimated my former assistant! Elizabeth sent a letter via pigeon. Even in Polania, an employee of my old firm is more than capable of finding a missing person. (mem; I also got a note about my boy, who ran off to seek his “divine retribution”. I can’t believe it’d take me more than a week to find him with the proper tools).
The Baron Saxton himself arrived the evening of yesterday. To my surprise, he was much more pleasant of a negotiator than his knight, Sir Robe. A great, big, lover of ale he was, and his pockets were quick to open. With him he brought 10 knights and an incredibly strong black Dragonborn. I quickly learned his name was Marak. I spent quite the night, drinking and dancing with him. I remember fondly his strength, and I’m more than willing to welcome him into our group. The Baron offered us the land of Greenstone, to manage under him. Marak and Toll seemed more than excited to do so, with plans to erect new buildings and “a great statue of Tiamat”.
If only the good fortune had continued. We were awakened in the night by a barmaiden, who I later learned was named Rita (mem; she will later be a key witness). She informed us that she thought Pina, the local wizard, might’ve been killed. She remarked that she saw a sword coming out of her throat, and escaping from the house she saw a knight with armor shining. She claims that she could not make out his face.
Dimly lit by moonlight, the crime scene was especially gruesome. Pina had been stabbed through the throat, blood pooled around her. She was dead when I arrived. She was splayed out with her clothes torn, and a bit of sulfur lingered on her hand. The name “sir jerry” was inscribed on the hilt of the sword in her throat. This painted a clear picture, with the shivering swordless Sir Jerry clearly being painted as guilty. After questioning the morning following, he refused to say if he had killed Pina or not. Marak and Sasanna acted quickly and executed him there. Marak strung him up in the middle of town. It wasn’t until later that I learned that Idryn spotted traces of illusion magic in Pina’s house. The Dealer made an appearance to confirm my suspicion that we’d killed an innocent man.
I suppose this morning leaves something to be desired. . .
21-22 April 1410
21st of April 1410
When I accepted Baron Saxton's invitation to defeat a rowdy group of "white-tusks" I'd hardly expected to be grouped with Sasanna and Val'shann. No matter, more hands gets a job done faster. . . though we are technically a group of 5, it feels to be quite more with Sasanna's nature. (Mem; maybe I shouldn't bring that up with her.) I wonder what they stand to gain from knighthood; though I'm not entirely sure why I'd take the title myself. I suppose an open door is an open door.
After the knight Robe left us a stone's throw from Greenstone, we were quick to see a pair of orcs dragging a woman, who I later knew to be the (married) lass Kasa. I'd had the mind to sneak forward, but in a stroke of ill-fate I triggered an alarm. (What a first impression, huh.) No matter, the orcs were quickly dispatched, though Giselle might not say it went so well.
At the urging of Sasanna and Val'shann we press forward into the burning village. We cleaned up the raiding orcs, including a certain Kush'Doran, some sort of leader. (Mem; never have I been more disappointed as when the interesting opponents run away from me.) I was grateful for a smoke and a drink afterward. I found it interesting to learn more about Sasanna and Val, and to meet Enna, a local caster that helped us in battle with her reanimated corpses. I quite enjoyed learning about my company, even if my memory grew fuzzy. (I did spend the night alone, right?)
