Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20181015152958/@comment-26383377-20190128043332

Throgar takes a seat on a nearby table. He brushes his cloak over his shoulder, revealing his metal left arm. It appears as though it was something out of one of those dwarven machines, except it matched perfectly with Throgar's physique, maintaining his body's symmetry' except for the dwarven metal of course.

Throgar pushes a button on his wrist, causing a small lever to appear on his forearn, which he pulls. This causes his metal forearm's top plate to move back, revealing a charging chamber, where a soul gem lied.

Throgar carefully removed the soul gem. His hand goes limp as it produces a low hissing noiise. He produces a new soul gem from his satchel, and slides it in. The arm powers up, hissing louder now that it is powered up.

"There we go..."