Tag: nice

questbedhead:

k but the thing about the Day of Story and Song is, Lucretia is the kind of women who was taking notes on a bar fight as it erupts around her. She wrote down everything. She chronicled people’s coffee orders with the same meticulous attention she payed to a hundred apocalypses. The people of Faerûn didn’t just hear about robot cities and hanging arcaneums; they heard about the way Davenports nose twitches when he finds out Lup blew up another building. They heard the way Barry falls asleep in slow motion, sinking lower and lower into his notes until he’s passed out with a hand still gripping his coffee mug. They heard about the way Magnus sings in the shower, and how he insists that shower time is private, so whatever you heard doesn’t count. 

But it counts to the world they saved, and people take a particular delight in knowing the seven birds. Taako the Wizard™ may act like he could care less, but he also pretended not to know Davenports first name for ten years, despite spending three months perfecting an old Gnomish recipe for his birthday. Yeah Miss Lup and Mr. Bluejeans are powerful liches and kinda Literally Death, but they also once got so lost in fantasy Ikea Merle needed to pull them into Parley to find them again. Sure, Madame director is graceful and elegant and has a voice dripping in gravitas, but she also dedicated 23 pages to doodles of her crew mates re-imagined as waterfowl. For every awe inspiring fight or heroic sacrifice, there’s another anecdote about their goofball saviors crying over a puppy that fell asleep on someone’s lap.

 The crew expected to be legends in their new home. They didn’t realize that would mean Barry would have to use Disguise Self to buy ice cream without people reminding him he’s lactose intolerant.