I don’t even know if I ever posted his og ref, lol.
Gaberosene is an antagonist for Scourge, more about him beneath the cut:
Servant of the Galaras Bas, Gaberosene was the Death & Plague god’s youngest and favorite of his Court. Gab told stories, jokes and sang songs and was a proper entertainer. He was a welcome member in the court and added a much needed carelessness.
However, according to the certain records, something changed in the Jester’s heart and he began to grow discontent with his lot in life. He resented the God for his wisdom and power and growing enlightenment and sought to usurp him.
Galaras heard of his treachery before any of the Usurper’s plans could come to fruition and his court was enraged and demanded that he be put to death for treason!
But the God had compassion for him, for he was still his favorite. Instead of death, the Jester was cast out of the court, never to return.
Jester’s envy wasn’t dissuaded so easily. He waited until Galaras Bas was at his weakest, called to the living world by his faithful, and Gaberosene struck him down and crippled the God forever, though he failed to end him.
Gaberosene did not escape punishment, and Galaras’s followers doomed him in the same way he’d doomed his master. They tied his soul to a rotting throne that he will never escape.
However, it is a biased perspective… who knows if this is the truth?
Note: A little fic featuring Vola Dia, the demon jester that I'm featuring in the monster dating sim I'm still working on... sorta. Teensy tiny spoilers for the game I guess? But honestly that might never see the light of day, so like... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Pairing: Demon Jester x f!reader
Wordcount: 3595 words
Tags: smut, terato, tentacle dick, p in v
Summary: You wake up in the middle of a forest, unsure and confused how you got here. As you try to find help you come across a very familiar looking circus tent, and the person inside is even more familiar.. though you can't put your finger on why. You don't know this demonic jester creature! or do you?
There was a strange pressure against your back that had you slowly lose grasp of the dream you were currently in the throes of. It was a nice but strange dream. Your body was feeling giddy--ears still ringing with the whimsical sounds of a circus. You were dancing in the middle of the ring, guided by a mysterious figure whose face kept being in the shadow despite ample light coming from above. You had been dancing with him for hours it felt like, an intimate, passionate dance that made you feel tingles in your fingers and a throbbing in your core. It felt like you'd known the unknown dancer for all your life, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't recognise him. His laughter sounded so incredibly familiar though...
The pressure at your back became more insistent, together with a chill that had you curl up. Something tickled your nose and you groaned, knowing that any chance of continuing your sleep was now rapidly fading. It wasn't until you heard the rustle of leaves and an even colder wind against your body that you woke up fully. Eyes snapping open as you realized the pressure on your back was something you were lying on; something that shouldn't be in your bed. A tree root!?
Your eyes snapped open immediately, taking in your surroundings. You were no longer in your bed. Confused and panicked you looked around, trying to make sense of what you saw. You had to still be asleep, somehow, because what you saw around you was a dark, chilly forest. Your dream was instantly forgotten as the reality of the situation dawned on you.
A cool wind rustled the leaves overhead, the tickling at your nose had been grass and some ferns that were the only thing softening the earth below you. The pressure had indeed been a large tree root, digging into your spine. Groaning you sat up, it had caused more damage than you thought, and you weren't sure if you were bruised considering it was in a spot you couldn't check. This was miserable. You were confused and scared, pinching yourself but not waking. Your breathing was fast, and knowing you weren't going to get helped with hyperventilating you quickly stood up before your body could commit fully to the panic attack.
Wherever you were, you needed to find someone to help you. You were still wearing your pyjama's, and the cold night air was starting to chill you to the bones.
Your arms wrapped around your shivering body, and you felt your nose slowly start leaking. Despite all this, you were still somehow telling yourself this was not real. How could it be? You had fallen asleep in your own bed, and now you were inside of a dark forest. The only thing you could think of was sleepwalking, and with clarity you checked your feet for dirt. The only dirt that clung to your bare soles was from standing up and taking a few steps.
It didn't make sense at all. Your mind raced a mile an hour as you made your way through the dark forest, stumbling over roots, and getting hit in the face and legs with twigs and rough shrubbery, splitting skin. You hadn't realized you were crying until salt sharply stung the cuts on your face. Everything seemed dark and hopeless, and you couldn't find a house or someone to help you...
and then you heard it.
A slow, but jolly tune coming from your right. You turned, and realized your tears had blurred your vision so bad that you hadn't even seen the dimly lit circus that was set up in a clearing. The trees hid most of it from sight, but the colours and the lights should definitely have alerted you. Your breath shuddered as your feet immediately brought you closer to the big top. The music was soft but charming, seemingly coming from inside of the tent, and you didn't realize you'd started running until you were right in front of the entrance.
Without thinking you made your way inside, feeling a strange pull, a strange familiarity with the surroundings and the song playing, but you weren't sure why. You weren't exactly the biggest circus visitor, but you knew you'd been here before.
There was a dim light coming from within, and as you made your way through the tent flaps, through rows of seating, you could see someone standing in the middle of the ring clearly.
Not just someone: a clown, or a jester, in a monochrome outfit, dancing slowly to the whimsical tunes of the song that had lured you here. His back was to you, but despite your inability to see him you could tell the deep sorrow he was filled with. Maybe it was the dance, so slow, slightly out of sync with the music, feeling like it was missing something. A companion perhaps.
And then he turned towards you, and your dream came back to you in sudden clarity. The mysterious man you had been dancing with in your sleep!
His face was still in shadow, the dim light coming from above not enough to show his features to you clearly. The second he saw you standing there you could see the glint of teeth, a large grin suddenly appearing on his face at the sight of you.
"Y/n," he sighed, his voice light and upbeat, a sense of relief and whimsy permeating his tone.
Your feet brought you closer before you could think; your brain lagging behind your actions as you wondered how he knew your name.
"You're fiiiinally here."
There was something else in his tone, a sharp loneliness and a strange echo that had your skin break out in goosebumps. Something was wrong, and your brain rung the alarm loudly, but somehow your body seemed to move on its own.
The strange familiarity was still there. You knew this jester, and not just from your dream, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Your brain was barely functioning through the alarm bells blaring, skin tingling as you got closer.
The jester bowed, holding out a gloved hand for you to take, as he uttered a "I've memorized all your steps this time. Let us pleeease dance again, my sweet."
You didn't, willing your body to stop moving towards him, keeping some distance as you tried to make sense of things. Why was everything feeling so strange and dreamlike? Maybe you were still dreaming after all, it didn't make sense for you to wake up in a forest at all. Yeah, you must be. You'd wake up in your own bed later and shake your head at the strangely realistic nightmare before starting your day and forgetting all about the whole ordeal.
"Don't remember me?" he said, sadness tinging his tone. Now that you had come this close you could finally, finally make out his face. A large, black smile painted on pouty lips, running from the corners of his mouth over closed eyes in a confident swoop of a brush. He was wearing a large jester hat, covering most of his head and hair, but sharp, elf like ears jutted out from the sides.
As you looked down to his still outstretched hand you saw his gloves had claw like features that had you reel back.
Panic once again bubbled up inside of you.
"Don't you remember your Vola?" His lips jutted out in an even more pronounced pout, and if you weren't panicking you'd find this strangely cute. Who and what the fuck was he, and why did it refer to itself as yours?
A vague memory crossed your mind, but you'd forgotten it as soon as you remembered. The vague familiarity remained, clouding your senses with an untrustworthy sense of safety, despite the obviously inhuman features of this man in front of you.
"Haven't I always been so sweet to you, my dear y/n?" his voice warbled, strange underlying echo strengthening until it almost made you unable to understand what he said. "Haven't I always been sssso good?"
His hand was still outstretched, a slight twitch drawing your eyes to the black gloves again. You were unsure if the claws were part of the glove's design, or if it was the fabric covering actual claws, stretching thin over their sharp points, but the vaguely threatening vibe was the same either way. Yet, your body reacted strangely at his words, bringing back the feeling from your dream. You decided to ignore that.
"What and who are you?" you managed to squeak out, once again ignoring his hand to look at his face again, your arms feeling like jelly as they hung by your sides. You were still so cold, shivers from both the chill and fear wracking your frame pathetically. "And how do you know me?"
He pulled back his hand, lips drawn in a tight line. He seemed to debate something with himself, eyes opening slightly to take you in from head to toe. Murmurs of "well, you are verrrry big now," and "been yeeeeears" falling from his lips in varying loudness. Two glowing red dots swimming in black sclera dragged over your form, and you felt a scream threatening to escape. You could suddenly see how sharp his teeth were as well. Your body responded differently than your mind, however, a new shiver wracking your body, this time not from fear or the cold. His eyes narrowed at your reaction, glowing a bit brighter as his grin slowly grew back, wider than before. His gaze on you was heavy, hungry, and you realized he could see straight through you.
"That's new," he said, voice warbled and double toned as his sharp teeth glinted in the low light, ready to devour you. But in what way you were unsure.
You wished you had run the moment he laid eyes on you so that you wouldn't have had to unpack all of this.
"...you're freezing!" he suddenly exclaimed innocently, face snapping back to normal--hungry demon eyes hidden behind a jovial veneer yet again. He moved quick; wrapping you up in an embrace before you could withdraw. You expected to cry, to scream, to thrash, but the warmth and safety that suddenly engulfed you had you melt in his arms, the only thing that escaped you a pathetic, watery moan that had him hold you tighter. "Sweeeeet thing. Why didn't you tell me? You know I'd never let you suffer..." a chuckle escaped him, voice lowering to a conspiring whisper. "Not unless you ask."
He guided you away from the centre, out of the big top. His arms still wrapped tightly around you, lips still against your ear as he spoke to you in soft tones. "Let me warrrrm you up in my den, sweet thing. A dance is a dance after all, and this time I'll teach you the steps, hm?"
What a strange thing to say, you thought, but your body had the upper hand, understanding immediately what he meant, and anticipation filled your veins. Oh, you wanted him to warm you up. You were so cold, and he was so warm. Unnaturally so. He almost burned you-
His den was a tent a little ways away from the big top. It didn't stand out next to the other tents, though most of the others had fallen into decay. You wondered how you hadn't seen the fact that the circus was obviously abandoned and ancient, but the longer the situation went on, the more sure you were that you were still dreaming somehow.
"There we gooo," the jester murmured, placing you on a pile of blankets and circus themed pillows. "A soft little bed for a soft little doll." His large, claw-like hands didn't release you, and as you got comfortable you realized he was going to get comfortable on top of you. His body heat seeped into you, and soon you weren't shivering anymore. The arousal that had started rearing its head earlier had intensified, your stomach in knots as the demonic creature on top of you started purring, rubbing its paws all over your body. Your pyjama's left little to the imagination, and he was greedy in taking advantage of your exposed skin. Small sounds of pleasure escaped you as you relaxed under Vola, whose purr got deeper and rougher, obviously enjoying the fact that you let him do what he wanted.
"Sweet thing," he said, voice rolling with his growling purr, "If you knew how hungry I was you'd be more on guard."
It should scare you. It did scare you. It somehow aroused you all the more though. Especially as his eyes opened again, showing glowing red in pools of black. Hungrily devouring your form below him as he nestled between your legs. He was tall, uncomfortably so, and seemed even taller in his own den. Shadows seemingly having a life of their own in here, stretching and bulging behind him as if they, too, enjoyed towering over you. "You look delicious," his painted nose touched yours in a strangely sweet display of affection before he went down, inhaling deeply as he reached the juncture of your neck. "You smell delicious too- what a dilemma I find myself in. The little one has alllll grown up, and is ready to be claimed."
Down he continued, his voice losing human qualities as he went, as if shedding his disguise- or maybe losing control over it. "But I haven't eaten in yeeeears." He stopped at the apex of your crotch, nose pressed up against your panties that you realized with hot embarrassment were soaked through.
"Promised not to eat you, sooooo many years ago. But if you don't remember that promise, then well... who's going to stop me?"
Your legs widened of their own accord, body shivering at his words. The thrill of his gaze glowering up from between your legs only added to your dangerous arousal. "You promised to warm me, teach me this new dance. That's a lot of promises you made," you said to him, voice wavering. "And didn't you say you'd never let me suffer?"
He chuckled, face still pressed against your crotch, and the vibrations made your legs twitch, threatening to close around his head.
"So I did."
A long, black tongue suddenly slipped out of his mouth, and you gasped as he licked a long, sensual stripe over the fabric covering your folds. A long, breathy moan escaped you immediately, and you weren't sure if it was from the stimulation or because of the sight. He hissed something, but you couldn't decipher what as he immediately dove in for the prize, licking and sucking you through your panties. Sharp teeth pushed against fabric, piercing through and against your skin, but you didn't care, head thrown back as your legs tightened around his head. His pointy ears were squashed comically between his head and your thighs, but he immediately stopped you. Grabbing your legs swiftly and pulling them apart with a strength that made his arms feel like steel locks around you. Nails dragging against the soft skin of your thighs as he murmured a "careful with the hat, my sweet" through a shit eating grin. His hat was fine, it hadn't moved an inch, and you groaned.
What he was doing was amazing, but you wished you could feel him without the fabric of your underwear in the way. Your walls twitched and tightened, wanted stimulation inside of you.
"Vola," you murmured through sighs, hands tangled in the sheets below, "Vola please, I need you inside-"
His shit eating grin widened to inhuman levels, eyes glowing a bit brighter as he licked his wet lips. His facepaint was still immaculate, despite how much he'd been pressing and rubbing his face against your core. Sharp claws twitched against your legs, nails pressing in deeper, and you worried for a second he'd break skin.
"Are you sure? Hm? Are you reeeeeally sure?"
Your worries morphed into frustration almost instantly. "Stop teasing," you hissed, hands flying to your panties to pull them down your legs. He watched you through half lidded eyes, mouth opening slightly as you revealed yourself to him. "You have barely warmed me up yet."
"Well," he said, moving up your body again so his hips were flush with yours. You felt something hard move under his jester outfit and shivered. Of course he didn't have a human dick. You wondered how your sleeping brain could come up with it all, as you wrapped your legs around his hips to pull him in even closer. "You're actively making yourself colder by taking off your clothes, silly."
His whimsically enunciated words did not match his agressive actions as he pushed you down harshly, hips rutting against yours once, twice, before stilling again. His smirk was tight, eyes piercing through you as it seemed he was ready to devour you whole or fuck you like a whore. Or both.
"Precious little thing," he said, though he was looking at you as anything but, "I will fuck you so hard you'll remember me foreeeever."
"Do it then," you answered with a smirk mirroring his', pussy throbbing around nothing as you felt his inhuman dick wriggle against you as if it had a mind of its own. "Make me yours."
You weren't sure why you said those specific words, but it seemed to have had the desired effect. The jester seemed to spring into motion, growl falling from his lips as his grinning face morphed into something inhuman altogether. Body twitching and hips jutting forward of their own accord in desperate little thrusts. "Yessss, miiine."
His pants were swiftly pulled down, finally revealing that thing that had so insistently rubbed against you before. It was pitch black like his tongue, shining wet with arousal and wriggling towards you like a snake. You didn't have time to look at it much longer before he slammed in without any further preparation, and you gasped out. Mouth open as the wind was knocked out of you, trying to make sense of the unnatural stimulation and stretch. "Fuuuuuuck-" you whined, hands desperately reaching out to wrap around him, grabbing at the little bells at the end of his collar.
He immediately set a brutal pace, slamming into you like he wanted to crawl inside your skin. Greedy hands grabbing at your chest and hips, pulling your lower body off the pillows as you hung on for dear life. Moans were pushed out of you with every thrust, whether you wanted to keep them in or not, but you found yourself uncaring; completely at the mercy of the pleasure this unknown man brought you. 'Well, not entirely unknown', a small voice in your head spoke, but it was drowned out by the wet sounds of skin hitting skin and pleasured noises falling from you both.
His sounds were unhinged, growling, double toned moans and hisses as he took you harshly. Rhythm unwavering, like you were getting fucked by a machine -- the quiet, almost desperate intimacy of one of his hand grabbing onto yours, fingers entwining as you were pushed down onto the nest was anything but robotic. "Mine," he kept growling, and as you were brought to your peak the words somehow sounded less possessive and more gloating. You tumbled over the edge, dripping all over his cock and the sheets beneath you. There was half an apology in your addled brain, but his appreciative hisses told you he'd probably enjoy your scent all over his den and also it wasn't like you could stop your juices leaking from your spasming pussy anyways.
His thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming into yours with rough desperation as the noises that escaped him lost all legibility. With a shuddering sigh of your name he came, filling you up to the brim and then some. His cum dripped down your legs, mixing with yours as the nest and your rumpled up pyjama top soaked up more of your combined spend.
Your head was swimming in the afterglow, as he wrapped his entire body around you tighter, still inside of you as he pulled you both back down to the now wet sheets and pillows below. The heat that emanated from him was almost too much, your skin shining with sweat. A still pristinely painted face was pressed into your neck as he inhaled deeply again, mouth opening to languidly leave a mark as you dozed off.
You didn't question dozing off in your dream, brain too tired to function. Vola held you tightly, chuckling almost innocently into your ear as he sucked a dark hickey and then some on the skin of your neck and upper chest.
-
You woke up in your own bed, once again confused where you were, but this time your brain quickly put 1 and 1 together. Your body was soaked in sweat, bed damp from both your sweat and obvious arousal that now stained your sheets.
What a strange and embarrassing dream that was. Vola's chuckling was still fresh in your brain as you went to change the sheets. Still, there was something about that jester that was so painfully familiar... You decided to let it rest.
Until you got to the bathroom, checking the mirror with a glance and finding your upper body littered in dark love bites.
Softly you touched the skin. There was no mistaken the marks. As you were frozen in place, brain running a mile a minute, you could've sworn you heard a soft "mine" reverberate around you, ending in a chuckled, double toned call of your name.
5e Shaco, the Demon Jester build (League of Legends)
(Artwork by Evan “Somnicidal” Monteiro. Made for Riot Games.)
I hate Shaco I hate Shaco I hate Shaco I hate Shaco I hate Shaco I hate Shaco I hate Shaco I hate Shaco I hate...
Honestly Shaco is probably the most Roguish character in the D&D sense because he hides before jumping out and stabbing you while you’re distracted. I mean hell he even has an ability called Backstab. Despite the fact that Shaco has no lore and playing against him makes me want to punch someone it was merely a matter of time before I did end up making him. Just... Try not to be too annoying as him, alright?
GOALS
Look... behind you - Like I said: Shaco is probably the trademark Rogue in the D&D sense because he’s actually sneak attacking you.
For my next trick, I'll make you disappear! - Invisible jack in the box to scare you? How about invisible murder clown to scare you?
March, march, march, march! - What’s more fun than one Shaco? Well I’d say zero Shacos. Shame there’s now two!
RACE
Shaco doesn’t have a race because Shaco doesn’t have lore. I swear if the Kender were out already I’d make Shaco one but since he’s a demon or whatever Glasya Tiefling works well enough I suppose. You get +2 to your Charisma and +1 to your Dexterity and Hellish Resistance for resistance to Fire damage. Oh and you get Darkvision too.
Finally your Legacy of Malbolge gives you Minor Illusion as a Charisma cantrip at level 1, and more spells as you level up. But you can use Minor Illusion to scare people with weird sights and scary sounds, or just make Jack-in-the-boxes. Honestly Thaumaturgy would’ve been arguably better but the other spells you get are better overall.
ABILITY SCORES
15; DEXTERITY - Dexterity is good for handling knives.
14; CHARISMA - You need Charisma to be scary in 5e, which combined with the +2 from our race gives us a nice 16 to start of!
13; CONSTITUTION - Put simply we don’t need anything else much, so more health is good.
12; WISDOM - You need Wisdom to know how to scare people.
10; INTELLIGENCE - No lore means no intelligence. Or is it the other way around?
8; STRENGTH - You’re a wormy little clown man, and we simply need everything else more.
BACKGROUND
Shaco doesn’t have any lore, and while I’d love to cop out and say “fuck this character pick whatever you want” Volstrucker Agent is a good background to give your rogue a bit of otherworldly magic. (But ya know maybe talk to your DM and give your character a proper backstory.)
You get proficiency with Deception and Stealth as well as a Poisoner’s Kit and a language of your choice. You also become in-tune with a Shadow Network of demonic assassins you can speak to by writing magical letters with special ink. Or not: depends on your DM really. I’m just giving you a background that works for a character with zero lore!
(Artwork by Wang Xun. Made for Riot Games. For whatever reason all my friends keep getting this skin as an option for Hextech Crafting.)
THE BUILD
LEVEL 1 - ROGUE 1
Starting off as a Rogue for good ol’ proficiencies in skills like Acrobatics, Intimidation, Insight, and... look you should probably have Persuasion really. But feel free to take skills like Performance I guess. You also get Expertise in two of those skills: Stealth will help you be sneaky and Intimidation will help you be scary! (But leverage how often you’ll be using Intimidation in your campaign.)
Additionally you learn Thieves’ Cant, for a secret demonic language only you and other Rogues can speak. But really what we’re here for is Sneak Attack to deal an extra d6 of damage if an ally is near the enemy you’re stabbing, or if you’re stabbing them in the back (with advantage.)
LEVEL 2 - ROGUE 2
Second level Rogues don’t need Flash because they have Cunning Action to Dash, Disengage, or Hide as a Bonus Action.
LEVEL 3 - ROGUE 3
Do you want to be a scary clown who can stab people without getting hit back? Then Swashbuckler is a good choice for you! You have Fancy Footwork to move away from melee range without provoking opportunity attacks, and Rakish Audacity lets you backstab foes who are alone.
Rakish Audacity also lets you add your Charisma modifier to initiative to get in place for a good gank! And finally you get Disguise Self once per Long Rest thanks to your Legacy of Malbolge, and your Sneak Attack increases to 2d6.
(Artwork by Augusto Quirino & West Studios. Made for Riot Games.)
LEVEL 4 - WARLOCK 1
Feel free to take the 4th level of Rogue for an Ability Score Improvement but I felt that getting our spooky demon clown abilities in order was necessary. So what a better way to get Fiendish powers than with the... Fathomless Warlock? Feel free to choose another Warlock subclass if you want it but there’s a reason we’re going for Fathomless.
That’s because Tentacle of the Deeps will serve as a decent replace for our Jack-in-the-Boxes, if you don’t mind them moving a bit on their own. You can summon a very visible and very untargetable tentacle within 60 feet of you as a Bonus Action, and every turn after that you can make it hit your enemies as a Bonus Action. If they strike they’ll deal a d8 of Cold damage and slow your foe down by 10 feet. And like I said: you can also move the tentacle up to 30 feet before making it attack with your Bonus Action. You can only have one tentacle up at a time, and can summon a number of them equal to your Proficiency Bonus per Long Rest.
You also get Gift of the Sea for a 40 foot swimming speed and the ability to breath underwater, I guess. And finally you get Pact Magic! You learn two cantrips from the Warlock list like Eldritch Blast to Eldritch while you Blast and Mage Hand for some trickery at a distance. You can also learn two 1st level spells like Hex and Cause Fear to... cause fear... Honestly we don’t need much from the 1st level other than Hex, and we’re going to replace these spells as time goes on.
LEVEL 5 - WARLOCK 2
Second level Warlock get Eldritch Invocations like Lance of Lethargy to put a slow on your ranged dagger throw, and... I dunno Armor of Shadows isn’t that bad. Honestly all I really needed was Lance of Lethargy.
Speaking of things we don’t need: there aren’t many other 1st level Warlock spells I’m interested in, so I’ll instead comment that you can cast Invisibility once per Long Rest.
LEVEL 6 - WARLOCK 3
Third level Warlocks get to choose their Pact Boon and sure Pact of the Blade would give you knives but Pact of the Tome is kinda just better overall. You can learn 3 cantrips such as Thaumaturgy to make some scary sounds, Guidance to pretend to be a support, and Vicious Mockery to be annoying and target enemies in a way that can’t be negated by high AC.
You can also cast second level spells like Mirror Image for more Shacos, and Misty Step. For Flash! Not that you need it.
LEVEL 7 - WARLOCK 4
4th level Warlocks get another Ability Score Improvement and what’s funny about this build is that you can actually choose which stat to increase depending on how you want to build Shaco! Want to go for AP with better dagger throws and boxes? Increase your Charisma! Want more damage with your knives? Then go for Dexterity!
You can also learn another spell but we’re going to wait a bit. Instead take the
Prestidigitation cantrip for more magical pranks to scare your foes. Or your friends! (Don’t scare your friends.)
LEVEL 8 - WARLOCK 5
5th level Warlocks can learn 3rd level spells like Summon Shadowspawn, which as long as you can pay 300 gold for the component will serve as an upgraded form of your Jack-in-the-Boxes. That’s because their Dreadful Scream ability can fear everyone around them! Oh and a bunch of other abilities worth mentioning that you can read in the spell. Alternatively if you want to CC a whole group of enemies take Hypnotic Pattern to lock them in place while you take them out one by one!
Also by this point you can probably replace Hex and Cause Fear with like... Fear and Gaseous Form? Because something something Pact Magic.
You can also get more Eldritch Invocations like One With Shadows to hide in plain sight (well, as long as you’re in the dark) and Tomb of Levistus in case you need a Stopwatch.
(Artwork by Zuoan Dong & Kudos Productions. Made for Riot Games.)
LEVEL 9 - FIGHTER 1
A three-way multiclass? This is truly MADness! Regardless Fighters get a Fighting Style at level 1 and I’m going to suggest Dueling. Why not Dual Wielding? Well your Bonus Action is taken up by a lot of other things, for one. And because Dual Wielding is bad. So grab a Rapier and a Shield instead because remember: flavor is free.
Oh and speaking of too many Bonus Actions: Second Wind will let you heal as a Bonus Action!
LEVEL 10 - FIGHTER 2
Want to stab some more? Second level Fighters get Action Surge to take an extra action on their turn. You can still only Sneak Attack once per turn but you know what you can do with your extra action? Cast two spells! So summon a Shadowspawn with your first action and then jump in, stab your foes with your second action, and run away with your Cunning Bonus Action!
LEVEL 11 - FIGHTER 3
Third level Fighters get to choose their Martial Archetype and if you want another Shaco Echo Knight will provide! You can use your Bonus Action (again) to Manifest Echo within 15 feet of you. After you make the clone you can move it around for free and it lasts until it’s destroyed or you dismiss it with your Bonus Action.
Your clone has AC equal to 14 plus your proficiency bonus and you can attack as if you were in its spot. You can also swap places with it as a Bonus Action to further confuse your foes! Well I say confuse but they do know which one’s the real you...
At least you can Unleash Incarnation to make your clone make an additional attack a number of times per Long Rest equal to your Constitution modifier.
LEVEL 12 - FIGHTER 4
Speaking of Constitution modifier: why not bump that up a bit with the Resilient Feat for Constitution? +1 CON and proficiency in CON saves so you won’t lose Concentration!
LEVEL 13 - FIGHTER 5
5th level Fighters actually get some Attack Speed with a whole Extra Attack! I mean yeah you could’ve probably done better with Booming Blade at this point, but isn’t two stabs much more fun?
(Artwork by Wang Xu. Made for Riot Games.)
LEVEL 14 - FIGHTER 6
Maybe if you’re going to level 20 more levels in Rogue would be better, but I’m just going to grab +2 to Dexterity here.
LEVEL 15 - ROGUE 4
Finally back to Rogue town! Is your Dexterity maxed out yet? If not increase that. If it is then Charisma is right there!
LEVEL 16 - ROGUE 5
5th level Rogues can use their reaction when attacked to make an Uncanny Dodge, lowering the damage by half. I mean sure by this point it’s probably not that useful overall (especially since you or your clone could make an Opportunity Attack instead), but at least your Sneak Attack now does 3d6!
LEVEL 17 - ROGUE 6
6th level Rogues get Expertise in two more skills! Take it in Acrobatics and honestly? You really want expertise in Persuasion at some point.
(I had to at least show off one of Shaco’s uglier skins. Artwork made for Riot Games.)
LEVEL 18 - ROGUE 7
7th level Rogues get Evasion! Sick of getting clipped by skillshots? Now when you succeed a Dexterity saving throw you take no damage! Oh and your Sneak Attack now does 4d6!
LEVEL 19 - ROGUE 8
More Ability Score Improvements? That means you can max out your Charisma modifier!
LEVEL 20 - ROGUE 9
To be at the peak of annoyance you require some Panache. As an action, you can make a Persuasion against a creature’s Insight check. If you succeed and the creature is hostile to you, it has disadvantage on attack rolls against targets other than you and can’t make opportunity attacks against targets other than you. This effect lasts for 1 minute unless one of your companions attacks the target, or until you and the target are more than 60 feet apart.
Oh and you know: maybe ask your DM about using Intimidation for this instead. Idk.
If you succeed on the check and the creature isn’t hostile to you, they regard you as a friendly acquaintance. Of course they’ll stop thinking you’re just a funny clown if you or your companions do anything harmful to it. And yeah perhaps this isn’t impressive as a level 20 capstone, but at least your Sneak Attack does 5d6 now?
FINAL BUILD
PROS
Just a little bit closer! - You have insane area coverage between your echoes and your “Jack-in-the-Boxes.” You can be everywhere at once and strike all your foes at once too!
How about a magic trick? - Crowd control tied with your positioning strengths is incredibly useful. Your tentacles slow and you can cause fear with many of your abilities, herding the crowd for your allies to deal with them.
This will be fun! - You also have a surprising bit of team support with Guidance and strong ability checks along with your magical utility.
CONS
The joke's on you! - You only have one Bonus Action, and you have a lot more than one Bonus Action with this build. You’ll often be choosing between your tentacles, clone summoning, or Cunning Action. That does tend to happen when you’re everywhere at once.
Why so serious? - A three-way multiclass obviously hurts your viability in the earlier levels, with a lot of your abilities being subpar at lower levels. Of course this doesn’t matter if you’re playing in a Tier 3 campaign, but if playing Shaco at a lower level perhaps choose to focus on either Warlock or Fighter instead of doing this three-way MADness.
Here we go - The other thing about mixing three classes is that your capabilities with each individual class will be somewhat lacking. Summon Shadowspawn will fall off late as will your other spells, as good as utilities like Misty Step and One With Shadows is.
But I suppose it doesn’t matter that you’re MAD, as long as you have options to get the job done however you want! Remember that my builds are always open to reinterpretation, and especially when talking about a character like Shaco you’re free to do just about anything. As long as you’re playing with the party and aren’t being too annoying you should be fine. And you’re a clown, so whatever you’re doing will be funny!
(Artwork by Victor “3rdColossus” Maury. Made for Riot Games.)
