Shagrath stands a towering six feet six inches with the slate gray skin of the Orog subrace. His movements are not the lunging, aggressive bursts typical of his kind but a measured and predatory grace. His left eye is a crater of scar tissue housing a polished sphere of cold iron etched with microscopic dwarven runes that pulse with a faint blue light. His right eye is a piercing, intelligent amber. He maintains a neatly trimmed beard, a rarity among orcs, and his tusks are capped in silver filigree. The contradiction of his form lies in his hands: they are calloused and massive, yet he handles delicate parchment and fine quills with the precision of a master calligrapher.