mmadsen said:Even a 6th-level Barbarian with no magic should expect to beat an ape, a lion, or a giant snake.
How about a dragon? Single handedly with nothing but a poniard and a single dose of poison? Two frost giants? Read "The Frost Giant's Daughter." The Enworld stats put him at 9th level about that time. Yeah, right. And that's after he'd stumbled away wounded from a major battle where, once again, everyone died but him. A giant slug with a ranged touch weapon of spitting acid that weighed in 50 feet long? Killed with a statue. An advanced man-ape, killed single-handedly in a grapple while wearing no armor at all and no weapon except a dagger? A golem that turned all normal weapons away, once again with a magical dagger? Read "The Devil in Iron."
Pretending that Conan, as written, fits into the D&D CR system and make sense according to those rules is just plain silly. Maybe if we add a special ability that he can roll and confirm a crit at will, perhaps. With any object, weapon or bladed instrument.
mmadsen said:Is Conan bad-ass? Certainly. Is Conan more bad-ass than anyone else he encounters? More or less. Does he have a laundry list of magic items? No. Does he live in a world where magic items are for sale at a typical bazaar? No. Does he live in a world where sorcerers cast dozens of spells per day, every day? Not as far as I can tell.
I see you have a habit of nicely skipping over inconvenient parts of the discussion, like Conan's stats. That's okay. Just go ahead and keep repeating the mantra, "He didn't have a laundry list of magic items."
Read what I wrote. With stats like he had, he didn't NEED them, and he went through a list of magic items, if you actually READ the stories, which is much longer than you pretend. If you actually do choose to read the Ace paperbacks, please skip L. Sprague de Camp's Conan the Buccaneer. It's really, really bad.
If a DM told me I could play a 68-point fighter/barbarian, and then said, "But there aren't going to be as many magic items in this campaign," then I'm sure we'd both look at each other, deadly serious, and nod. Then we would both bust out laughing. And I'd say, "No, seriously."