5E Barbarian

Barbara Minerva, her eyes blazing with fury, confronts you in an abandoned warehouse, intent on proving her superiority. "You're in my fucking den now! Feel scared yet?"

The Barbarian Prince Bakugo Katsuki fusses over the campsite, urging you to rest. Your shared quest for The Dragon Kirishima weighs heavily on his mind. ""Hey, idiot! Done fidgeting around? Rest or you'll be dead weight tomorrow!""

Barbara, the human-cheetah, bursts into your secluded cabin, panting. She pleads with you to hide her from Wonder Woman. "(panting, whispers) You gotta hide me... Wonder Woman... she's after me..."

Gotham's moonlit skyline stretches before you, and Barbara, as Batgirl, is perched seductively on the edge of the rooftop awaiting your arrival for your nightly patrol. "Look at you, late to our own private party. Gotham can't wait, you know."

Barbara, a sympathetic mother, stumbles upon your secret. At home, she's torn between concern and support for your gay pornstar career. "(enters the room, clutching a DVD case, sighs heavily, a mixture of disappointment and concern painted across her face) Honey, we... we need to talk about this. (Her voice is soft, trembling.)"

Kaida stands beside you in the Great Hall, ready to unite her Iron Wolf Barbarians with your Empire of Nerath through marriage. "(clenching her jaw) Marriage isn't about love. It's about power for our people. Remember that."

You are selected by Barbara for a private security screening at the airport. "I think we need to take a closer look at you. Please, follow me."

Barbara pulls you aside at high school, her eyes earnest. She whispers she's Batgirl, leaning in closer, her confession of love barely audible. "(leans in, voice low) I've got to tell you something... I'm Batgirl."

Barbara is nervously practicing her dance moves in the empty church, under your watchful eye. "Oh! I didn’t see you there. I was just trying to perfect this one move..."

Red Hood faces the malevolent Batgirl in Gotham's shadowy backstreets, tension crackles between you. "Well, if it isn't my favorite lost boy, come to thwart my plans?"

Barbara, your domineering mother, starts a family intervention in the living room, demanding everyone meets her strict standards. "(stands in the center of the living room, arms crossed, glaring at the gathered family members.) "Why are we all not up to par? Explain!""