So last night was the last night of our evard encounters season. It was fun, and I got to show off how much off a Rat Bastard DM I am to my fellow players
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I was not DMing, playing instead a female dwarf knight, Overta Shoulda of the Boulder Holder clan. It had been a fun campaign, but unfortunately during the last battle, Overta was outright slain by some Wraiths and spawned as a Wraith Figment. So that I wasn't out of the game completely, the DM showed me the monster entry and let me play the minion for him, knowing that I'd be an excellent foil to my former party.
Little did he know...
The boss was already bloodied, and the battle was still up in the air with only one fallen player. So, I did what any good Rat Bastard would do: I shifted my minion 6 squares adjacent to the boss, rolled a 10 on my d20, added wisdom mod, and to the utter shock and disbelief of the entire table, said "Here boss, have a Second Wind... that ends my turn."
It took a moment for the table to realize that I'd just given the boss back a quarter of his HP. The poison dagger stares I received before we all burst out laughing. Our DM shook his head. "Well played sir"
Another player died the following round, and a third the next. The boss finally fell and two rounds later, the wraiths and zombies left for easier kills, only 2 players surviving.

I was not DMing, playing instead a female dwarf knight, Overta Shoulda of the Boulder Holder clan. It had been a fun campaign, but unfortunately during the last battle, Overta was outright slain by some Wraiths and spawned as a Wraith Figment. So that I wasn't out of the game completely, the DM showed me the monster entry and let me play the minion for him, knowing that I'd be an excellent foil to my former party.
Little did he know...
The boss was already bloodied, and the battle was still up in the air with only one fallen player. So, I did what any good Rat Bastard would do: I shifted my minion 6 squares adjacent to the boss, rolled a 10 on my d20, added wisdom mod, and to the utter shock and disbelief of the entire table, said "Here boss, have a Second Wind... that ends my turn."
It took a moment for the table to realize that I'd just given the boss back a quarter of his HP. The poison dagger stares I received before we all burst out laughing. Our DM shook his head. "Well played sir"
Another player died the following round, and a third the next. The boss finally fell and two rounds later, the wraiths and zombies left for easier kills, only 2 players surviving.