Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20151011004211/@comment-29559990-20151017032949

The orcs laid him across a bed and began furiously working on the arm of his. They poked and prodded at it with a multitude of tweezers and scalpels, occasionally casting a healing spell over him to prevent blood loss and heal up cuts.

A few minutes of this passed before one of the orcs, assumed to be the head doctor, dug into his flesh and removed the tiny ball that had been encased in his flesh. Athorian cursed and spat in pain, gripping the sides of the bed.

"Son of a fuckin' bitch!" He spat out through gritted teeth.