- First, and foremost, Inquisitor Gareth. The man my players all trusted implicitly. The man who saved their lives and died due to Mentor Occupational Hazard. The man who never actually existed and was really a Dark Eldar infiltrator all along. My pride in carefully engineering this man's grumpy old Badass Grandpa personalty and mannerisms in such a way that he presented no clue to the players can only be matched by the in-universe pride of the Dark Eldar who managed to successfully impersonate an Imperial Inquisitor for seven years without being suspected until the last six months.
- The next entry on this list cannot be disclosed in full detail as of yet, because the game involved is still running and some of my players frequent this very Wiki, so you will have to take my word for it when I say that it rivals the first in sheer deviousness.
- Thirdly, the following: grief-maddened and furious recent widower enacts an incantation in front of the survivors of a drow assault on a festival honoring Sehanine Moonbow that the party mage determines is designed to summon the Archdevil Mephistopheles. In a suitable display of pyrotechnics, a young elven man in plate armor appears in the shattered banquet hall and announces "The irony of this is just sickening."
Tropers / Kayvan Shrike
Hello. I am a big fan of the works of BioWare and a Dungeon Master who takes pride in his ability to catch his players completely and totally off-guard. My other interests include Warhammer, Warhammer40000, the works of Brandon Sanderson, the Wheel of Time, Star Trek, Star Wars, computer programming, and food. This next section is for keeping score.