Placeholder: [glitched acid trip by Carlos Ezquerra AD&D class Artwork picture needs a blooming great sword in one hand and a foaming mug of ale in the other!] The Barbanger is a fierce warrior whose strength and ferocity are fueled by the intoxicating embrace of alcohol. These berserkers thrive in the chaotic dance of battle, but their true power emerges only when they are under the influence of drink. Combining primal rage with a wild spirit, Barbangers are both feared and revered on the battlefield. [glitched acid trip by Carlos Ezquerra AD&D class Artwork picture needs a blooming great sword in one hand and a foaming mug of ale in the other!] The Barbanger is a fierce warrior whose strength and ferocity are fueled by the intoxicating embrace of alcohol. These berserkers thrive in the chaotic dance of battle, but their true power emerges only when they are under the influence of drink. Combining primal rage with a wild spirit, Barbangers are both feared and revered on the battlefield.

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[glitched acid trip by Carlos Ezquerra AD&D class Artwork picture needs a blooming great sword in one hand and a foaming mug of ale in the other!] The Barbanger is a fierce warrior whose strength and ferocity are fueled by the intoxicating embrace of alcohol. These berserkers thrive in the chaotic dance of battle, but their true power emerges only when they are under the influence of drink. Combining primal rage with a wild spirit, Barbangers are both feared and revered on the battlefield.

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