Originally Posted by Sini
I laughed so hard at the idea of ​​this little bat flying out to steal a page from Thay's Necromancy and in his imagination already seeing himself sitting on Daddy's throne with a bag full of candies. hahaha

Sceleritas and Junior's ideas aren't getting any better. The next expected punishment is unlikely to be less.

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A dark figure moves quickly through the sewers. The footsteps echo through the branching corridors and the few lights cast long shadows. The rats hide fearfully in the darkness. The figure carries a larger, very stable-looking cage in one hand. The dim light allows us to see outlines in the cage. The dark figure purposefully approaches the entrance to the temple of Bhaal. He places the metal cage in front of the door with a clatter.

"Hey, you meatbags, a visit for Bhaal. There's another ghoul tied up at the entrance to my palace and the remains of another." says the figure and quickly disappears into the darkness again.

When the guards illuminate the cage with their lanterns, Sceleritas and Junior sit inside. Sceleritas tries to smile sheepishly.

"You totally messed that up Sceleritas. Because of you we have to go to Grandpa. Grandpa stinks, the temple stinks, the food stinks and I probably stink already too. Then we have to listen to Grandpa's boring stories and look at pictures of all the Bhaalspawns ever and even more boring stories. It's all your fault. " Junior pushes Sceleritas and looks at him angrily. "Why you didn't stop me and why couldn't you control the ghouls? It's totally unfair that I'm being punished for your faults again."

"Hey, don't rock the cage like that. We'll check in in the Dark Urge suit." Sceleritas complains to the guard. "Tiny Sceleritas will pick up your father's scented candles from the trash heap, your little cruelty."

"Grandpa says sandalwood patchouli stinks and a lot of words I don't understand."

Ah, the poor guys... smile Everything stinks... grin And it's all Sceleritas' fault, as always!rolleyes I imagine he's trying to smile sheepishly. delight

"What the hell is going on here? Where is my son?" Lord Astarion's loud voice echoed through the dungeon. "I'm here! I'm... I'm being killed! Help! Dad!" Astarion Jr. screamed as if he was being cut, and began swinging the cage with such effort, creating noise and seasickness for Sceleritas, that the cage failed, the old corroded chain broke, and the entire structure collapsed right onto the hapless guard. The guard tried to make a sound signifying either a curse or a plea, as Sceleritas vomited on him.

Astarion was instantly on the scene. He ripped the bars of the cage and pulled the little hooligan out. The little one hung limply in his arms. "You can do this. Get up - get up!" shouted Astarion, but at the last second the vampire's attentive gaze noticed a pair of small ruby eyes trying to peek out from under trembling lashes. “Don't play dumb, you little...” Astarion muttered in relief and made a serious face, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as if the Lord was trying hard not to laugh. The guard wheezed beneath the cage and Sceleritas, who had come to his senses after rocking in the cage and was now carefully wiping his suit with a black silk cloth.

“I need... I need candy... This... Last resort...” Trying hard, Astarion Jr. wheezed, making the gesture of a dying hero with a trembling hand. “My little prankster, don't you think you're being a little... Overplayed?” Skeptically chuckled Astarion Sr. “It's... It's all him...” The Kid pointed a finger at Sceleritas. He lifted his head and made himself comfortable in his father's arms, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Sceleritas said he...” The heir scratched the top of his head thoughtfully. "Said he was going to invite that... That jerk of a guy, whatever his name is... Ah! Gortash!"Sceleritas said he'd invite him to visit while you're away. And yes, I summoned the ghouls to... To stop that from happening!" Astarion Jr. looked at his father with sly eyes. “After all, better two ghouls in a puddle than *** *** *** *** *** (the kid repeated his dad's characterization of Gortash, mixing it with the Sceleritas swear words he'd managed to jot down in his notebook) in our throne room!”

One life, one love - until the world falls down.