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Have Lovecraft in your campaign as a villain who hates non humans
Why Warlock is the Objectively Best Class - A Critique on Every Class in Dungeons and Dragons
I will be listing the reasons why every class is bad, what strong points it has, and why it is inferior to the Warlock class.
Barbarian - The barbarian is a relatively simple class, and basically “Hit it until it dies”. There’s definitely some room for creative choices, but the class itself is rather bland unless you find magic items or you spec in a weird way.
Bard - The bard, along with the warlock, is one of the two classes that will destroy campaigns singlehandely at least once in your life. While the bard typically goes for the route of “talk your way out of everything”, the Warlock’s route is “criminal your way out of everything” which has many more options. You can kill the guy, frame him, rob him, etc. when in a sticky situation, while the bard is limited by his ability to talk.
Cleric - Clerics serve gods rather than making deals with gods. Tell me, who gets the better end of that deal? The god that gives a few of his powers in exchange for downright servitude, or the god that offers powers in exchange for a simple contract telling the user to carry out the god’s will? Plus, when you think cleric, you think healing, whereas when you think warlock, you think badass evil wizard. ‘Nuff said.
Druid - Treehugging know-it-alls can’t even hold a torch to the awe-inspiring power of the warlock. If you go a natural route as a druid with vines and trees, you’re weak to fire, one of the most common things in the DnD universe (what with wizards, sorcerers, and warlocks running amok). If you choose to be a furry instead, you have versatility, but there’s a reason tigers and such aren’t commonly seen today. Anyone with moderate combat training (which is almost as common as fire) and a good set of armor / weapons (common among adventurers) can beat up nearly any animal that a druid of similar level shapeshifts into.
Fighter - The fighter is probably the most versatile class, with archetypes ranging from the sellsword to the spellsword. You can have a nimble, speedy fighter, or you can have a goliath fighter donned in a huge set of armor that just yeets any foes. You know what other class is versatile? The warlock. Yeah, you can beat me up, but what if I just open this portal and summon M̸̀͝Y̷̨͠͝͡ ̸̸̕P̸̧̧̢͢Ą͘Ţ͟R͠͞O̷͟Ń͘ ҉̧̡̨͠Ǵ̶̛͜O̸̢̢͟D̀̀͢͜͠ ̷̛Y̢͞͡͞O̶̵͢͠G͟͡'̶̵̨S̢͠͏͜O̸̢̧T̨̧͡H̀͢ƠT̶̢̨̛͡H̷͏̨ and just vaporize you instantly? You might ask “what about a warlock that isn’t that powerful?” Well, in that case, they can just cast Eldritch Blast every three seconds while running away because fighters need close range. If you’re fighting a fighter that uses ranged weapons, or a speedier fighter, just use your highest level spell slots and they’ll fall like twigs. The dexterity required to run circles around an opponent or fire a bow comes with an inverse correlation with protection.
Monk - As if a warlock could ever lose to a monk. Monk is the dumbest D&D class, hands down. Like, seriously. You hear of evil bards looking to seduce everything in sight, druids corrupted by the demonic taint of the land they’re in, fighters that simply wish to earn a quick buck with your death, clerics and paladins tainted and corrupted by evil magic, bloodthirsty barbarians, crazy wizards and sorcerers, evil thieving rogues, and warlocks that wish to take over the world. But when’s the last time you’ve heard of a monk villain? That’s right, never. Let’s look at other media franchises with monk classes. Diablo 3 has monks, but they’re painfully terrible, using their fists at first level (and later levels in some builds). Compare that to the necromancer, who summons bones from the ground at first level, or the wizard, who shoots missiles of arcane. Want another example? Warcraft. The three “specs” (for those who don’t play Warcraft, this is basically the three unique playstyles of the class) are Brewmaster, a tank that uses beer to take hits, Windwalker, a class that uses the air sometimes I guess but mainly uses their fists, and the Mistweaver, which uses soothing mists to heal their friends. Yeah, even in a game like Warcraft, that makes no sense. You’re telling me that by drinking beer, I can survive hits from raid bosses like Ragnaros, ruler of the Plane of Fire? Yeah, chug down a few beers and jump into a volcano, tell me how that goes. The other specs aren’t much better. Windwalker uses fists and legs, rarely using weapons at all. I highly doubt that even as trained as you are that you’ll be able to kill someone as fast as a guy with a gun (such as the Hunter). Mistweaver makes about as much sense as Brewmaster. Are you telling me that if I spray someone with Febreze it’ll cure their wounds? “Ah, yeah, found how to cure my patient’s bronchitis. Let me just spritz their lungs a few times”. The warlock may use magic and stuff, but at least it makes sense with the rules of the DnD universe. The monks are the laughingstocks of all the base DnD races, and that’s for good reason. Screw monk.
Paladin - Paladins are like fighter clerics. They worship gods, but have the same problems as clerics (with weaker spells) and don’t have the versatility of fighters. Honestly, paladins are kinda dumb, almost as dumb as monks. Seriously, who even designed that dumb class? It was in the game since THIRD EDITION. Meanwhile, the Warlock got into the game in 4e. Are you kidding? Wizards of the Coast, this baffles me. You can’t seriously believe that some shirtless guy with fists and discount Jesus deserves inclusion over a class who gets their power through a demonic pact. Honestly, if Monk is still in 6e whenever that comes out, I’m going to be very upset. The class has no redeeming features, yet despite having two chances to cut the dumb idiot out, the monk continues to stay in the game.
Ranger - The ranger was one of the five core classes in AD&D 1e, along with the fighter, thief, magic-user and… oh fuck this.
Rogue - Turns out, the Monk was in the game since first edition and my 3e source was wrong. This is the dumbest thing ever. The sorcerer wasn’t in the game yet, the barbarian wasn’t in the game yet, Druid was still a subclass of Cleric, there were only around seven races, and there wasn’t a warlock yet. Hell, in Dragon Magazine 53 a D&D fan named Philip Meyers argued that the Monk was the weakest class;
“Of all the character classes in the AD&D™ game, the class of monks is the most difficult to qualify for. A monk must have exceptional strength, wisdom, and dexterity, and — if he or she wishes to survive for very long — constitution. The odds of rolling up such a character, even using the various “cheating methods” listed in the Dungeon Masters Guide, are not favorable. Given this, one would expect a monk to be a powerful character indeed. At first glance this would appear to be true. The Grand Master of Flowers can reasonably claim to be the most powerful fighter around, able to inflict 128 points of damage in a single round. This superiority, however, is more theoretical than real. In actual practice, the monk is the weakest of the character classes, not the strongest.“ - Dragon Magazine #53
This is downright insulting. They gave the monk overpowered abilties (128 damage in a round!!!!) and still the class was absolutely terrible, just like it is now. When’s the last time you heard of a monk that bards told tales about? Of the five DnD 1e classes, which of the five is not one of the four main archetypes in popular culture?
Sorcerer - Hell, why would the monks even have the abilities they had? Clerics make sense, they have faith healings which originate in the real world. Bards are a stretch, but the idea of a song inspiring someone isn’t anything new. But fucking MONKS lived in monasteries in medieval England, and that’s what they’re most known for. What would a realistic monk have the ability to do in D&D? The ability to copy things from a book quickly? Oh, wait, the Printing Press kinda fixed the need to do that. Good party trick, I suppose. The ability to form a self sufficient house with multiple members? Alright, but you’ll need a lot of money, a lot of other people, and slaves. Did I mention monks were slaveowners? And they pretend to be a good force of light or whatever.
Wizard - Wizards learn with books, warlocks don’t need to learn, they have patrons. Guess what other class reads a lot? Monks. Except they don’t get the cool benefits of Wizards, they just get “closer to god” or whatever. Unfortunately for you, MONKS, the D&D world isn’t your monotheistic fantasy world of Jesus. There’s multiple gods, and they’ll kick your god’s ass in a fight.
(Sidenote about that last paragraph, I’m making fun of monks in the D&D world, not real Christians, and I don’t intend to be hating anyone for their religious views)
So I hope all of you liked my writeup! Sorry it took so long, it was hard trying to find objective reasons for a lot of these (and I had to rewrite the Druid class a lot of the time to avoid calling them “vegan pieces of shit” which is a lot harder than it sounds). Anyway, choose Warlock the next time you make a new character.
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all these puns really crypt up on me
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Lore into my campaign. Essentially, every god is evil, and all magic corrupts. But what if a magic exists that fights this concept? Misconceptions explains the history of the world and the concept for the plot of my main campaign, which has its main plot be when the heroes wake up Shezzari.
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This may be the greatest writing on D&D of our lifetimes. I know it looks like a lot, but please read it, you will be so happy and you will either begin to understand D&D or else recognize this rightness in your SOUL.
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OH SHIT H.P. LOVECRAFT TOTALLY WOULD HAVE BEEN INTO TENTACLE PORN
The final boss of your campaign is an Eldritch horror, but its weakness is tummy rubs.
Kinda.
Jax is weak to back massages and scratching, especially after piloting his ship for a long time (because it uses excess body oils, heat, etc to help power itself). Only Ray knows this, and it was by accident that he found out.
It had been many days since they boarded the airship Vakko and made peace with Jax, but Ray was still nervous. Which was why when he accidentally fell on top of him when he was sleeping due to a malfunction in his bunk, he tried to leave as fast as possible. It was only after he noticed nothing had happened that he returned.
Jax was lying on his stomach, arms tucked beneath him and one wing hanging off his bunk. Ray crept closer, noting the faintly glowing sedation sequence sketched on Jax’s cheek. Jax mumbled a little, mostly gibberish, in his sleep. Ray caught a few words and blushed, scrambling quietly to find the gravity sequence that would let him to his bunk.
Well, he thought as he activated the ill-placed gravis sequence, Now I know what to do to bribe you.
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Y'all mind if I share my short story
He has addled my brain. The Beast with a Million Maws has granted me power, and in exchange I gave Him my free will. I thought that I could keep at least a shred of myself. I thought that I could be myself for just a little longer, until He finally took the world.
I suppose I deserve this. I knew from the start that He would convert our universe into His. What, then, would happen to me? I never asked myself that question, and by now my brain is far too addled to answer it. There's nothing I can do now.
I'm sending this message through any medium I can think of. Do not trust the Lurker of the Threshold. He offers power for souls. He doesn't even ask for your own. To a younger me, this sounded like heaven. What He did not mention is that His power tainted. His power corrupted.
I was a nice person before, you know. I had a wonderful life. I was looking to become an adventurer, to get my name in the halls of legends. To do that, I needed power. Many pacts looked promising, but His promise of power was the most enticing. I suppose He has a way to manipulate.
There's only a few hours left until the transition is complete, and I become part of the Opener of the Way. I will no longer be myself. Anything resembling time will be lost. In my lust for power, I singlehandedly caused the destruction of this world, and now I pay the price.
I suppose I shall tell my story to help anyone who crosses paths with Him, not that I expect this message to extend beyond our world. I was born an orc, though through corruption and His taint, I have nothing resembling what I once was. I was born and raised in a Human kingdom, of which the name has no importance. Naturally, having green skin, I was shunned by everyone, making me a bit of a loner.
However, I saught to prove myself. I trained to be a wizard, working day and night, until I recieved the letter. I wasn't accepted into the College. I was crushed. My entire life goal to finally become recognized by my peers had ended. What was I to do?
That was when I met the One who Knows All. He spoke directly into my soul, offering me more power than I could ever need for a small price.
"No," I said. "I will never give up my soul, my individuality."
"Then don't give up your own," He replied.
This was what started me on a path of darkness. He had a point, naturally. I wouldn't need to give up my own self to gain power. Unfortunately I didn't know at the time that gaining power from Him made me give up my own self.
I'm really hammering that point in, I know. To me, though, that's what meant everything to me. I quickly gained more and more power as I stole souls from other people. That continued until about a day ago.
Yesterday I met a god. Not one with nearly the same scope of power as the Eater of Souls, but one with enough power to bring Him back into our world. He willingly gave his soul for the Greater Good. Perhaps, though, the Greater Good was the greater of two evils.
All war will cease. Famine will be something of the past. Everyone will be equal. This seemed like a utopia to me. What He didn't say was that there would be no "one". There would be no "me".
What I had given for power was too great. So many people will die. Some of them I would even call my friends. These were the people who helped restore my sense of self, and the people I adventured with in the pursuit for power. They each had their own goals, but everyone's goal was wealth in one form or another.
I thought they were fools. Why work for your own gain, when you could work for the Greater Good of the world? I didn't see what I see now. My goal was power, even if I had some holier-than-thou attitude about it all.
I would be lying if I said that He wasn't speaking through me right now. I think that His hold is gone for the moment, as I have outlived His purposes. I gave him everything, and in exchange I lose everything. Perhaps this is what that dreaded gnome was trying to tell me. The Law of Equivalent Exchange states that in order to transmute something, something of equal value must be given. However, all alchemists must never kill, for what could equal the value of a human soul?
I now know the value of a human soul. I gave my soul to Him so that He may overtake this world. My soul, evidently, had enough power to destroy this universe. Mathematically it took a soul thousands of times more powerful than mine. That was my problem. I never took things emotionally. There is no logic in anyone's soul, which is why I couldn't forsee my descent into madness.
The worst part about all of this is that everyone is oblivious. They're going on with their normal lives believing that everything is okay and they'll see tomorrow. The ones that are going to die in the next few hours are the lucky ones. Those will be the last people to go to Heaven or Hell or whatever exists beyond this world. They won't be in an eternal consciousness.
To anyone who this message may reach, I warn you of His whisperings. You cannot outsmart an omniscient god. You cannot gain power without sacrifice. In the end, He always wins.
Do not trust Yog'Sothoth. Do not trust anything that He says.
Y'AI'NG'NGAH YOG-SOTHOTH H'EE-L'GEB F'AI THRODOG UAAAH
Gamble for your soul
Port Cthulu from Call of Cthulu to D&D. It ears 1d4 players per turn.
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Port Cthulu from Call of Cthulu to D&D. It ears 1d4 players per turn.