Let's be real—playing a paladin in Baldur's Gate 3 used to feel like being a hall monitor at a demon rave. Sure, the Oath of the Crown lets you sneer at peasants while quoting municipal bylaws, but where's the real villainy? Enter my new favorite mod: the Oath of Pestilence. Imagine strapping on armor that looks like it was salvaged from a sewer rat's nightmare and wielding a sword that oozes existential dread. Suddenly, I'm not just smiting evil—I'm the main attraction at Faerûn's least-wanted biohazard convention. This isn't just edgy roleplay; it's like becoming a walking compost heap that's decided to take up swordplay. The mod injects pure chaos into Larian's masterpiece, turning my holy warrior into a grimy herald of decay who leaves more stains than moral quandaries. spreading-plague-and-laughter-my-oath-of-pestilence-paladin-journey-image-0

Diving into the mechanics feels like uncovering a cursed treasure chest. Forget generic divine smites—here’s what makes this subclass gloriously revolting:

  • Plaguebringer Ability: Turns your weapon into a disease dispensary, inflicting stacking debuffs that spread faster than a tavern rumor.

  • Aura of Rampant Sickness: A 10-foot radius where allies gain resistance but enemies vomit rainbows (okay, maybe just poison). Think of it as setting up a portable septic tank at fancy dinner parties.

  • Miasmic Tumors Spell: Summons explosive boils that burst like overripe fruit at a grocery store dumpster. Tactical? Questionable. Hilarious? Absolutely.

The starter armor alone deserves awards—rust-eaten plate mail that clanks like a trash can tumbling downstairs. No oathbreaking risks either; you’re free to be crueler than a goblin with tax-collecting duties. Compared to vanilla options, it’s as appealing as a moldy sandwich at a gourmet buffet. spreading-plague-and-laughter-my-oath-of-pestilence-paladin-journey-image-1

Adopting this playstyle reshapes everything. NPCs flee from my character like cats from bath time, campsites get suspiciously empty, and even Minthara side-eyes my "ethical choices." The spells aren’t just reskins—they’re creative abominations. Casting Necrotic Blight feels less like magic and more like weaponizing a backed-up toilet. Yet, it’s oddly balanced; you trade healing for corrosive dominance, becoming as subtle as a sledgehammer wrapped in rancid meat. Best moment? Watching a smug vampire lord dissolve into a puddle of regret after my Festering Strike crit. Pure poetry.

Frequently Asked Questions

❓ Is this mod lore-friendly?

Yep! It’s adapted from Grim Hollow’s D&D setting—think Faerûn with extra mold. The corruption themes slot right into BG3’s darker arcs.

❓ Does it conflict with other subclasses like Oath of the Hells?

Nope! They coexist like rival fast-food chains in a food court. Pestilence focuses on DoTs (Damage over Time), while Hells leans into flashy demonic pacts.

❓ Will my party hate me?

Oh, absolutely. Companions react like you’ve adopted a pet ooze. Expect disapproval dialogs thicker than swamp mud. Pro tip: Bring hirelings. They complain less.

❓ Is it just for evil runs?

Mostly, but you could roleplay a "public health activist"... if by "health" you mean aggressive microbiome redistribution.

❓ How do I install it?

Through popular mod platforms—just search the subclass name. Requires basic mod tools, no arcane rituals involved (sadly).