The Barbarian Starts Thinking

I have a plan!

Transported to a world of swords and magic, Cass discovers that all he needs to do is eat mushrooms and think up some inspiration to pull off all sorts of bizarre plans-and become the king of ideas in the Mountains of Sorrow.

[Turns out my great-great-great... grandfather was a motor-mouthed goofball.]

[Damn arranged marriages! What do you mean a werewolf is my wife now?]

[Nobody in this world understands alchemy better than I do.]

[I know more about astrology than every divination mage out there.]

[I'm thinking we should hand out a succubus to every unmarried young man in the tribe, so they'll stop getting horny and beating each other up.]

"I just want to be a happy, carefree warrior-drinking and singing every day, beating up southerners, goblins, scrawny drow, liches, dragons... and playing little staring games with Medusa."

"I'm a barbarian with only five Intelligence points. So what if I like thinking stuff up? Just because the gods and spirits conned me, I have to become the Great Shaman?"