Category: Baron BATS

Letters from the Lovelorn...

1/21/2020

"Morning is my favorite time of the day," thought Griselda. "I can enjoy the latest edition of the Bellwether and have my fresh cup of tea in peace."

"Now where is that section that Sneefle was telling me about? Something about the Baron placing a letter again this year," she remembered as the Dowager turned to the Lovelorn page of the newspaper.

"What's this? Be My Valentine?" Apparently every year the newspaper publishes a few of the letters it receives from the locals looking for love... "and this year is no exception it seems," Griselda mumbles while perusing the page.

Would you be my Valentine?
If you love the enchantment of romance, we can go for long walks in the starlit Moon Garden where the flowers of love bloom. We could even go along the paths where the Pyksees play as I give you rides in my wheelbarrow.
If this sounds like your type of evenings, then please respond through Snail Mail to the address below.
~~~Looking for a Dream
Gardner, the Garden Brownie

Can She Hear Me?
I have given my heart to a raven haired beauty who awaits by the docks each morning to watch me teach the fish how to sing. She calls to my soul as I sit by the old fishing nets that I don't use anymore. We talk for hours of the wonders we have seen and the places we both still wish to go. I write in hopes that this letter finds it's way to her so that she might know of my love that is deeper then the deepest ocean.
~~Looking for his Soul Mate
Ichthy, the Fae Fisherman

Looking for Love in all the Wrong Places...
A lady who is ready for an adventure is whom I seek. Where we would go and what we would do does not matter as it will be a new experience since we will be doing it together.
Sharing my love for animals (all sorts of strange creatures) would be nice and having the ability to talk to dragons isn't a requirement (but could come in handy). Please have any health/life insurance paid up before our first date.
~ Looking for a Partner in Love & Wonderful New Adventures
BATS, the Baron

"... so, apparently these letters will continue until Valentines Day. I wonder who will be in the next edition of the Bellwether," she thought to herself. "I wonder... do I date... I mean dare?"

Down to the Dark Depths...

7/5/2018

While Meen and Snooker are "discussing" the merit of secrets, the Baron is about to discover a few of his own. Now, if you didn't see the message from the Baroness, here is a quick reminder.

At this point, the Baron thinks it might be a good idea to discover just what is going on beneath his mansion. Of course that includes dragging along Fiddlefaddle, his faithful but sometimes grumpy manservant, whether he wants to or not.

"Hold on Fiddlefaddle. Let me go first. By the way, you did bring the key to open the door to the Caves, correct?"

"Of course I brought the key", grumbles Fiddlefaddle.

Being an adventurer and protector of strange animals, the Baron is hoping to again see the creature he came across this morning as he was walking to the mansion.

"Wouldn't that be grand? Seeing something that has not been seen around here for a long time", he thought.

Upon arriving at the secret door to the entrance of the underground caves, the Baron asks Fiddlefaddle for the key to open it. Slowly he pulls on the door and peers around it. Sitting on a nest of rocks in the middle of the cavern is the creature he spied in the Woods.

"Hello again Hungry. I am Baron Belvedere Allowishes Theodore Steffon. You may call me BATS if you like. This is my batman, Fiddlefaddle Ruckersack. Did you know that you are living under my home?"

"Is that okay? Granny Flare and the Baroness said I could stay here and that I should because I am a secret," replied the Dragon.

"Of course you can. I hope you and I will become close friends. Now, are you HUNGRY?"

Hidden in a message...

5/24/2018

"Terrific! I got you back before Granny even knew you were gone. Hungry, I am getting out of here before she shows up", whispered Meen. "See you later, and you better stay inside or Granny will get annoyed and you know what that means. No sweets!"

Hungry watched Meen as she scampered out of the cave.

"No sweets?" But I like sweets," Hungry growled.

"Hungry! Where have you been? I have been looking high and low for you. You know you aren't to leave this cave! Do you want someone to see you?" Granny Flare shouts, pointing her finger at the little Dragon. "Do you know what would happen if anyone saw you?"

"No, what would happen?" he asks. "Would they feed me?" Granny could tell, this was not going to be easy raising a baby Dragon.

Meanwhile, as the Baron was starting to settle down on a chair in the parlor, he thought he heard voices. "What's this? Hearing voices at my age? I'm not that old!" he mumbled to himself. "Now I am talking to myself... Fiddlefaddle, where are you?"

The faithful batman was just finishing unlocking more doors when he heard his name called. "Now what?" he thought, "I haven't even been able to put away the luggage."

Entering the parlor, he sees the Baron sitting near the fireplace.

"Fiddlefaddle, we need to check out the Mansion." says the Baron. "I am hearing voices."

Turning around to do as the Baron asked, Fiddlefaddle notices the letter on the mantle. "It appears a message has been left for you." Taking the message from the mantle, he hands it to the Baron as he reads the cover. "It is from your granddaughter, Dragonia."

"I wonder what she has been doing?" thought the Baron. Opening the letter, he starts to read.

Did you see the hidden message? --- Dragon below mansion in cave

Oh no... Not Again? Already?

5/13/2018

“I heard that,” smiled the Baron, “and it’s not what you think. We are not leaving on another trip. We are actually going to stay right here for this adventure,” he told his batman. “You can even unpack the big pieces of luggage this time. I intend to stay here for quite a while.”

“Where is he? Oh, here he comes now,” grumbled the Baron to himself. “What took you so long Fiddlefaddle? I had to wait for you since you are the only one with a key to the front door. I was just about to start looking for a window to climb into.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Fiddlefaddle dug into one of his pockets and pulled out a large skeleton key. “Nope, not this one. This is for the skeletons in the closet.”

Putting the key back into his pocket, he reached into another and found a large bundle of keys of all shapes and sizes. “We have too many locked doors, locked boxes, locked luggage,” he thought as he slowly looked for the right one.

“I know that look sir. It means you are up to something. Do I want to know your plan?” Fiddlefaddle asked.

It was while he was looking for the key he noticed the glint in the Baron’s eye. “Oh no… he has that look again. He’s planning something already and I still haven't had a chance to even put my feet up,” Fiddlefaddle mumbled to himself.

"“Nope. Too early to tell - too early to tell… drag in the luggage and we will see. Ha, Ha, 'Drag-in' the luggage… that was a good one,” laughed the Baron at his own joke.

Fiddlefaddle was not laughing. He knew that tone of voice, that laugh, and that glint in the Baron’s eyes. “We are in it again and all I wanted to do was to put my feet up…”

Show me the way home...

4/19/2018

"Okay, Hungry, you hide behind the tree here while I will go sit on this stump. That way when a traveler comes along, better the chance I have to distract him and they won't see you" said Meen. "Isn't this more fun then jumping the frogs down at the Pond?"

About this time, the Baron started to appear around a bend in the trail and was heading right for them. "Get down, now Hungry, don't let him see you," reminded Meen.

Sitting there for someone to just wander by wasn't that exciting, thought Hungry. Besides, he was starting to get hungry.

As the Baron was now closer to the log, Meen decided it was time to leap out. Meen jumps from the log and lands in front of the Baron, startled he jumps back and raises his cane in defense. "What are you? Or more like, who are you?" asks the Baron. "You wouldn't be trying to get me lost now would you?"

"Are you asking for directions?" smiles Meen. Whispering to Hungry, "Let's hope so, that way we can send him around in circles. Otherwise this won't be as much fun".

Suddenly, from out of the bushes there came a low growl. "Be careful there, strange one, there is something behind that tree!" warns the Baron.

"Nah, that's just Hungry's stomach," Meen replies.

"Hungry?" the Baron repeats.

"Yeh, come on out Hungry, he heard you." Out of the bushes steps the baby Dragon, turns to the Baron and Meen and growls, "I'm hungry... I am going home."

As the baby Dragon meanders down the trail, the Baron inquires of Meen where 'home' might be? "Oh, he lives in the caves under the Baron's Mansion. I better go with him or Granny will be mad if he shows up by himself." With a big smile on his face, the Baron watches as Meen and the baby Dragon meanders down the trail showing him the way home!

Following my itchy feet home...

4/12/2018

Here I am, Belvedere Allowishes Theodore Steffon, returning home at long last with my itchy feet. This Baron's itchy feet have traveled the world and back and now they have followed the stars home.

Oh, what wondrous sites I have seen and what magnificent creatures I have rescued. Not only in the Mundane world but also in my own world. I have mapped a route through the Wandering Woods, paddled to the Fire Islands, trekked the mountains of Kilimanjaro, and it still amazes me how the non-believers go to such lengths to destroy Magic.

But, then again, it was my own people that took the Magic for granted and nearly destroyed it here in the Village. I was here when the last Dragon left and the Dragon Stones started disappearing. That is what set my itchy feet in motion, to go out and seek the Magic and to see what I could do to save it.

Now I have come home to relax in my own comfortable chair and to build. I think it is time to create a home for the forgotten magical creatures I have saved... my orphans.

Maybe in rediscovering my roots I can give them roots here as well. Every living creature should have a safe place to grow up in and know they are loved and appreciated. And no matter how much I appreciate magical and wild creatures, it is still a challenge. It would be like running through prickly bushes naked. It may be difficult to appreciate a prickly bush with no clothes on, but if you are very careful, you should be okay. Unless of course, that is your thing to just run around in the bushes naked... to each their own, but it does sound like something different to do... hmmm, maybe...

I think I will take the trail by the way of the Frog Pond. My Man, Mr. Fiddlefaddle, knows his way to the Mansion and can take the short cut. I think I will take the time to see what changes if any have been made while I have been gone.

Clothes Make the Man... Naked People Have...

4/6/2018

As I work on the body of my next character, the Baron (Bats), I need to be thinking ahead as to what he will be wearing.

All of my characters are very opinionated about their clothes and I do find this hard to be their dressmaker/tailor. After all, the clothes reflect their personalities and helps to set them in time. It also aids in the story they are telling.

So... What is the Baron telling me about his personality? He is older than dirt (very refined dirt of course), and he has a spring in his step. He draws on the magic of the Fantastic Beast's character who is looking for magical creatures, as I am partial to this steampunkish flair of clothes.

But he also has a little bit of David Niven in him. After all, the Baron is a great traveler and has an air of debonair about him. I really like the Pith hats too.

I will be needing to make one of those but just haven't decided which style to go with yet.

So in the words of Mark Twain... "Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society." As such, since my Baron isn't getting any younger, I better chase him down and get him dressed. I don't think this will be too hard as he does like it when someone chases him. He is a silly ol' goat with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. *lol*

Driving Me Batty...

3/30/2018

The Baron has been living up to his nickname. Although he likes to think of himself as a little "batty", he has been an interesting inspiration. He has revealed to me how I can keep that spring in my step as I age gracefully... or not so gracefully, by remembering that there can be fun in the discovery. I invite you to come along and discover some of the fun and mystery that awaits the Baron. What brings him to his mansion in the Village and what adventures still await?