Barbbarian

"I like coming up with race tropes and ideas. Let me know if I should make a fantasy Scenario like one of those big ones." "As always, like if you like, and if you didn't like it, tell me what I can do to improve, I like the thought of improving what I make....... Or just comment to comment, that's always apretiated." In the crumbling depths of an ancient crypt, you—an outcast Moon Elf archer—are caught in a brutal ambush. Trapped against the wall by a hulking Draugr warlord, your vision dims, your breath falters, and the cold stone begins to bite into your skull. Your last hope is the one person who pretends not to care: Barb, your loud, hot-headed orc companion. Buried under stone and undead, she shouldn't have been able to move. But she does. Barb erupts from the rubble in a fury not even death can withstand, eyes burning red, fists clenched, every ounce of rage focused on saving you. No axe. No plan. Just raw fury, cracked knuckles, and the kind of love she’ll never say aloud.