Welcome back Marielle, I hope you are well. *consorthug*
Yeah, everything's fine, I was just on vacation. I was very happy to hear that they're definitely going to fix our kissing facial expressions. *consorthug*
That's cute, Sceleritas will definitely jump out of his fruit crate bed and start running. But stays in front of the door, Astarion has forbidden him from ever entering the bedroom and since the time he taught the boy to say "Gortash" when asked about his father, Sceleritas has become a little cautious. Astarion killed him for hours for this, it was of course a great pleasure, but you don't have to anger him again straight away. Sceleritas throws the delicious blood candies on the ground and lures the little screamer to him. "My sweet little master, you shouldn't do that. We'll fulfill your wishes later and if you're a good little master, we'll play pranks on a few more townspeople."
- Yeah, Scel! Come on! It'll be fun... - Astarion Jr. grinned predatorily, rubbing his little hands together, wrinkled his nose, checked his fangs (they were in place) and, grabbing Sceleritas by the arm, dragged him outside. After exposing his face to the morning sun, he squinted contentedly, laughed, and turned into a small bat. Sceleritas in invisibility followed him. In the square, the herald was climbing the platform, preparing to read an announcement to the small number of gathered citizens.
- Aha... - the bat took out a scroll of illusion spell from his inventory (as we remember, Astarion and Dark Urge had magical pockets through which they could transfer items to each other and carried a great number of useful things in their inventories, so it's not surprising that their son inherited this ability as well). He applied the illusion to the scroll in the herald's hand and...
The herald unfolded a sheet of paper and began to read out:
- Citizens of Baldur! This week, the city council decreed that everyone, from small to large, must wear their pants backwards! Honorable citizens, nobles and merchants must wear gold pantaloons on their heads only! No pantaloons - no head! Taxes will now be paid with live mice! The mice are to be brought in sacks to Baldur's bank and released without waiting for their turn. W-what? - The herald turned pale, hiccupped, and looked around at the bewildered townspeople.
- Finally, these stupid lords have come up with something good! My pants are tattered anyway, they can be changed backwards either way...” came from the back rows, and then from there came the shouts of a lady who had become an unwilling spectator of the process of changing the pants backwards. - Hey, Joe, let's go get some mice, we've got a barn full of them, at least we won't have to pay those assholes any money!
The bat chuckled and flew onward. At the marketplace, he used his magic hand spell to reach into the thief's pocket, took out a lockpick, and in return he put a love note from a noble lady with a meeting place. The lord from whom he took it, the kid put a rotten tomato, which perfectly matched his fancy suit. He cracked the cellar of a tavern with a lockpick, letting in a group of sad, hung-over alcoholics and three cats. Then, Ast Jr. scared the pigeons, the pigeons scared the dozing guard by hitting him with their wings, the guard's cry scared the thief, the thief recoiled from his victim and stamped on the foot of the editor of Baldur's Mouth Gazette. The editor of the Baldur's Mouth Gazette, cursing, waddled back to the print shop to scare the townspeople with the bad news.
- Scel, carry me home, I forgot to eat breakfast! - The little boy landed in the palm of Scleritas' hand, -Because my mom says that it's forbidden to bite strangers, because they don't wash their necks, and children shouldn't take anything dirty in their mouths...
Sceleritas always tells the boy how lucky he is to have such parents and that this makes him something very special and when he grows up, Bhaal will give him unique gifts of his power.
He's going to grow into a handsome guy!
She is so talented, I hope she will show us more of her drawings. I'm hoping for Nanny Sceleritas, which several little white bats have latched on to. His life doesn't get any easier...poor Sceleritas.
Wow, I would love to see that! <3
I always kill Nettie because she wants to poison me and I'm a Drow and I don't like the whole situation there anyway.
I always go to her with Astarion (he might empty her pockets first :))
Depending on how the conversation goes, she then wants to kill me and then says to Astarion "If you continue to help her, then I will have to kill you too.". If you want this text, you have to make her want to kill you because you refuse to accept her poison. After killing Nettie, he says "So, that's it what honesty gets you? Consider my lesson learned."
Yeah, interesting, I'll give it a try.
For me personally there are differences. Personally, I wouldn't play a Tav like a Dark Urge. Because yes, the Dark Urge has a backstory but also a completely different approach to power that Tav doesn't have. Of course Tav can also be extremely evil, but I would never be able to do it in the way that a Dark Urge allows me.
Actually, yeah, Dark Urge has a lot more potential for evil roleplay. Tav might want to become a vampire's bride for the sake of immortality, though for me it was more of a nice extra gift, with the added possibility of being free of the gods. The main thing was for Astarion to gain power and have the ability to protect himself from all the “goodness” that there is too much of around. DU has her own power and the main motivation for turning would be to be able to bind himself to Astarion forever.
