Bard/barbarian Multiclass Novels & Stories

The Baron's army was now like a swarm of bees noisily buzzing around like a formation. They were crazy, horrendous, violent and extremely strong enough to rip one in two with just one movement. Their claws were as sharp and thick as talons, and the fangs in their mouth protruded like a dragon's teeth. How The Baron managed to formulate whatever created those things was a wonder. He had alchemists, healers, sorcerers and even very dark wizards who did his every bidding. But he brought the ideas first and they had to work hard to bring them to fruition.

Within it was a holy place known as the Great Thunderbeat Temple. Eastplain was where ancient aristocratic families and celestials gather. Most of those historical clans once produced true celestials and thus had a profound heritage. They were closely connected with Midland's sacred land as well. Beyond the Northsea lies the territory of the Barbarics. Barbarics resembled humans, but they did not use any attainment techniques. Instead, they focused on tempering their physical bodies. The strongest members of the Barbarics have refined their physical flesh to the point where they can be compared to those divine soldiers who safeguarded the true path to enlightenment—they were capable of felli

Something to make the barbarian uncomfortable. That confused me though. Who is he to Mardichi that he cares about his opinion? 'Brother.' The recollection dawned on me immediately. But I realized just as fast how impractical that was. They look nothing alike. The barbarian was a great monster of a man. His shoulders nearly twice as wide as those of the other man who was tall and slender. I'd have thought him large before having seen Mardichi. *** "Sebastian." Mardichi sighed in defeat as he watched the other man pressing past him to enter the hut.

Seeing still more flooding over the bridge and around the house, Mardichi winced. The barbarian’s shoulders slumped. Not good. The barbarian threw back his head to roar. “Bast!” What? The answer came in Mardichi’s mind. “More!” Mardichi ordered. I’m coming. Bast assured, huffing. “Faster!” He heard Bast grunting in his mind. “And bring yer blades.” I have them. Mardichi returned to crushing the animals with his behemoth fists, as he walked through them. One latched onto his forearm, and he grabbed its throat. Crushing its windpipe in a viselike grip before tossing it like rubbish.

Four green poison-attribute elemental dragons roared forth, launching an attack behind the sea of Silly Huskies. Overwhelming green toxic mist enveloped the surroundings. Barry initially paid no attention, but after the toxins invaded, he panicked. Originally, with such a strong physical body, no one would think that Barry was actually a Nefarious Spirit. Therefore, most opponents during battle would not specifically use techniques targeting Nefarious Spirits. This allowed him to gain considerable first-move advantages in duels.