"Shall I 'heal' the pointy-ear? Heh."

Gender: Male
Classes: Monk (5), Leyseer (4)
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Age: 526 years
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 221 pounds
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Black
Languages: Riichna, Dwarvish, Vanilli
Weapon proficiencies: Claw (3), Weaponless fighting (1)
Nonweapon proficiencies: Endurance (1), Spellcraft – Oracular (1), Reading/Writing (1), Direction Sense (1), Cooking (1), Appraising (2)
Monk Skills: Avoid, Evasion, Whirlwind Fighting, Ki Strike
Oracle Skills: Parrying, Quickened Casting
Spells Learned: Shadowbind, Burn, Leeching, Envenate, Sparks, Binding
  • STR 8
  • INT 14
  • WIS 11
  • DEX 18
  • CON 13
  • CHR 5

Torroch was a black riichna who joined Tinder’s Champions with the rest of his triumvirate, led by Amelel. Torroch found excellent company with dwarves because he had a similar dark sense of humor and surly demeanor. One of his favorite jokes was, “This puny pointy-ear-human bleeds. Shall I ‘heal’ it, haragol?”

In the riichna tongue, torroch means “grave.” He felt his name appropriate because he knew that that’s where he’d someday end up. He made it there after being on the receiving end of several maces wielded by clerics of Casada. His name now adorns a stone in the necropolis of the Casad Reaches.


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