Droskar's Crucible

[Toryn Togglebit]

Toryn awoke to the smell of burnt facial hair and the faces of two worried comrades hovering over him. The last thing he could remember was his whole body burning as the undead dwarf's chains crushed his throat. Death had come knocking for Toryn twice this adventure now, and twice the plucky gnome had refused the reaper's call. Perhaps Rivi Rhombodazzle, the gnomish goddess of luck herself, had lent a helping hand. 

Every part of Toryn's body ached something fierce, but he was alive, thanks to the timely ministrations of his companions no doubt. H-hello friends! Did...we win? he asked hoarsely, attempting to get back on his feet before realizing the chain was still wrapped around his neck. 

As soon as Toryn heard Larz's urgent warning, he wasted no time asking questions and wiggled out of his restraints as fast as possible, rolling away as the others started smashing the thing. As soon as he recovered, he grabbed his weapon and started hacking away as well, though a blade made for a poor sundering tool.

Shortsword Strike: 1d6+4 6 -5 = 1 damage
shortsword strike: 1d6+4 5 -5 = 0 damage