'These barbarians, different as they might be, are defined by their rage: unbridled, unquenchable, and unthinking fury. More than a mere emotion, their anger is the ferocity of a cornered predator, the unrelenting assault of a storm, the churning turmoil of the sea.
'For some, their rage springs from a communion with fierce animal spirits. Others draw from a roiling reservoir of anger at a world full of pain. For every barbarian, rage is a power that fuels not just a battle frenzy but also uncanny reflexes, resilience, and feats of strength.'
Armor: Light armor, medium armor, shields
Weapons: Simple weapons, martial weapons
Tools: None
Saving Throws: Strength, Constitution
Skills: Choose two from Animal Handling, Athletics, Intimidation, Nature, Perception, and Survival
TRAVIS: 'I'm Southern all of a sudden.'
TRAVIS: [prepares fingers]
(Liam's are nowhere small anymore, and Sam's are big enough to work.)
'Native American Gothic'
LAURA: 'Look at the cute little bear! ...uh oh.'
MATT: 'That would have changed Campaign 2 a lot.'
song cue!
'What colour are they?'
CHETNEY: 'Kind of cream... mother of pearl.'
LIAM: 'Dance.' [shimmies in his seat and draws V-fingers across his eyes]
LIAM: 'Watch me nae-nae.'
TALIESIN: 'I'd watch that.'