For headcannons, could I request the bg3 companions reaction to an overdramatized bardic ballad of their adventures? Like they just fought TWO dragon's, not two hundred!
Ohhh, this is a hilarious prompt! Let's get to it! 💪
Lae'zel: I do not recall ever saving a family and their animals from a building on fire about to collapse. And dragons are the most noble creatures. I would never slay one with my bare hands, kaincha. What is this istik singing about? Somebody explain it to me.
Karlach: *watches the performance amusedly and with a little embarrassment at the exaggerations - if her skin weren't red, she'd even blush -, but cheers on the bard either way and spends the next three days singing and humming the song because it's stuck in her head*
Wyll: Oh, another bard spicing up The Blade of Frontiers' adventures? Nothing new. *much like Karlach, enjoys the performance and shows support for the artist anyway, although deep down he thinks he could have spiced it up better*
Gale: That was a most entertaining song, my friend! Nevertheless, I am afraid some of these facts are not portrayed accurately. Have you contrasted your information and ensured your sources are reliable? Ah! I will gladly provide some first-hand details. *clears throat* See, it all began one winter evening in the lovely town of Waterdeep when... *drags the bard to a corner and proceeds to tell them his whole story, from his birth to the fight with the Netherbrain*
Astarion: Ugh! Again with the hero nonsense? This song makes me sound like a pathetic do-gooder who goes around feeding every single orphan in the Lower City and helping every old woman cross the street. It's awful! The raunchy part about my irresistible attractiveness, however, was rather accurate.
Shadowheart: *facepalm* I'm going to need a lot of alcohol to cope with this. *retreats to the most secluded corner of the tavern with a bottle of wine*









