Originally Posted by Marielle
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* astarionhappy

I'm glad to hear that. Yes, it's so nice not to have to look like that anymore.

Originally Posted by Marielle
- 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.

Does Jelliwig, Dolly Thrice's friend, still work there?

Once Jr. found the bell and kept calling the poor Dolly Thrice. At first she let the cheeky little guy get away with it, but after the tenth time she was annoyed. "Be happy that we Pixies haven't killed children for a long time. When your mom comes, look at her happily with your pretty face and tell her that the Pixie rewarded you just like your Mommy did back then. If you're really good now and if you leave Dolly Thrice alone, she will definitely show you your reward. Give her a nice greeting from Dolly Dolly Dolly, but she will know that I was here."

With that, Dolly Thrice disappeared and the little prince is excitedly waiting for his mommy to show him his reward.

"Now, was that civilized? No, clearly not. Fun, but in no sense civilized" ~ Braingremlin