Taskmaster struggles with the torch, getting oil from the soaked rags wrapped around the hardwood on his hands. The bundle of tinder flames quickly and unexpectedtly to life from the sparks of his flint strijing rock. The oil on his hands burst into flames startling him, causing him to jerk upward ackwardly. Hands on fire, in immense pain, he stumbles backward, arms flailing , stumbling over some loose rocks. The rooms goes black as the back of his head meet the front of a stone wall.
Ah well... that's why I don't play D&D games unless they are on the computer!
