Scary bedtime stories"Drizzt! It's time for bed!" Vierna yelled at the secondboy of house Do'Urden.More Like This
The young boy ran over to her as quickly as possible. Vierna turned on her heel and started walking towards Drizzt's bedroom briskly, forcing him to jog to keep up.
"Vierna, slow down!" Drizzt whined.
"Drizzt, hurry up!" Vierna said, mocking Drizzt.
Drizzt pouted but jogged faster anyway. When they got to his room Drizzt changed into his pajamas and settled into his bed. Vierna was just about to leave when-
"Vierna, will you tell me a story?" Drizzt asked.
"No. Now go to sleep."
"Come on please? I did all my chores really fast today."
Vierna looked down at Drizzt angrily. "Once upon a time there was a high priestess who had to watch over her youngest brother and he kept on bothering her so she turned him into a drider. The end."
Drizzt frowned at her, "That wasn't a very good story."
"Hey, guess what? I don't care!" Vierna said. "It was accurate to what will happen to you if you keep bothering me you little
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By Ariel-D and Surreptitious Chi X
Description: To Entreri’s vexation, Jarlaxle discovers the Surface tradition of birthdays. Crack!fic/crack!fluff.
Disclaimer: Artemis Entreri and Jarlaxle belong to WotC and RAS. No profit is being made.
A/N: I played Artemis, and Chi played Jarlaxle. Written for Christmas, but since there is no such holiday in FR, we went with general birthdays.
Set after Servant of the Shard. Ignores all that comes afterward.
Artemis Entreri knew he was having a bad day when he settled at the corner table at the tavern only to realize the long table beside him was filled not only with people but also presents. Before he could even suggest to Jarlaxle that they find a different tavern, he was assaulted by the song he hated most in life – the North's birthday song:
"It's your birthday, it's your birthday,
We gift you first with a unicorn wit