Galus woke up with a bit of a shiver, he looked around, apparently Korne had gone to sleep and had let the fire die out.
He got up, brushing dirt off of his leather trousers, he popped his back, goddamn did he miss having a bed. He remembered there was a site of grace right next to this merchant, though when he went over to the place it was, all he saw was a clump of roots, no golden sprite of grace to be found, and not hide nor hair of the wispy glowing streaks going through the air.
He looked over toward the erd tree, he could almost see it shrugging in a what're you gonna do about it sort of way. "So, guidance of grace is out of the picture... Probably for the best frankly... I don't want to get caught up in this great rune shit." He says before thinking, Though I suppose that I'm not even considered a tarnished lore wise... Still, it'd be best to not come in contact with any of those golden bigots. In his time playing elden ring the golden order had become his second most hated in-game faction, a close second behind the Mohgwyn dynasty.
He wandered out as the sun started cresting the distant horizon, of course it was outshined by that big damn tree. He nearly tripped over a corpse, what looked like a soldier from Godricks castle, the tree and beast insignia and the tacky orange and green tabard is unmistakable, even when there was a giant cleaver stuck in his back, he tore it out with a squelch and rip, and gagged at the smell, though he had a feeling he'd be smelling worse things in the future, if mount gelmir was anything to go by.
looked down at the body, this time he couldn't hold it down, he could see the ribs and spine gleaming wetly in the morning sunlight, he upchucked all over the body, and backed away, he looked at the cleaver, he couldn't loot from bodies like this in game, but apparently he could now that this had all become a mostly real world. He hefted the cleaver, he wasn't confident that he could wield the bastard sword yet, as it did seem a bit heavy and he didn't feel like dying to demihumans or misbegotten while he was here just because he didn't master the use of swords, though his time larping had taught him a thing or two about getting past a person's guard, those were foam swords, and he hasn't done that since he was sixteen. He sighed hefting the large cleaver, atleast it's better than a stick. Though he called it a cleaver it looked more like a scimitar with an overly girthy blade and maybe half the length. He gave it at test swing and found it atleast adequate, he started walking down the path. He needed to decide on where to go, he'd like to get over to the island of the church of dragon communion, who knows, maybe he can repair the place and make himself at home, he knew from experience the place was enemy free and the most aggressive thing there was an angry goat, on the bright side there was sheep there, so he would be able to eat for a while, maybe indefinitely if he bred them. On the flip side of that he might get lonely, and he knew fuck all about cattle herding.
Eventually he wandered right into the middle of a killing field, with dead Godrick soldiers everything and the misbegotten having a jolly old time. While he felt bad for the little fellas, he wasn't gonna just stand and get killed by these little gremlins, frankly it would be a mark of shame on any soulsborne player but at the same time, he didn't need to fight them he just had to not die, so, he decided he'd back the fuck up and sneak around them, unfortunately, he stepped on the arm of a dead soldier and tripped over himself. He looked over to see the misbegotten laughing at him as they crawled forward, stubby little featherless wings coming out of their waste twitching as they walked. Galus quickly crawled backwards, before getting to his feet, the cleaver held up defensively.
One of them leaped and Galus swung wildly catching it in its ribs, and cutting into it, he saw it also get knocked off it's trajectory and get flung to the right it's body hitting the the ground. While the other attempted to take advantage of his distraction and bit into his leg, causing him to howl in pain, he brought his cleaver down on it's head, killing it rather quickly before another one jumped on his back and shoulders and started biting and hacking at him with it's cleaver, he managed to throw it off of him and onto it's back before stomping it's face and throat. He grabbed his flask and took a drink from it, most of the wounds healing, before he started running, there were like ten of them and he was just glad they were rather spread out, one blocked his path which he swiped at with the cleaver, it managed to leave a deep wound in it's cheek, leaving its already large mouth even bigger as the rest of the teeth were shown from the wound. He kicked it out of the way and kept running, "thank you taekwondo" he ran through the canyon hearing terrible howls of pain and anger came from behind him.
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He managed to get to the other side of the canyon seeing a girl who looked to be blind sitting alone on a bench as he ran. He cursed realizing she died to misbegotten in the game, looking over his shoulder he saw the misbegotten blazing toward the both of them, he threw the cleaver at one of them managing to get it in the shoulder and it hit the ground it's little friend tripping over the injured misbegotten. He took the sheathed sword from his back, and cursed at it's rather cumbersome weight, he hefted it, and then used it to smack one of the little grey assholes into the canyon wall, before swinging in another arc, the point managing to to blind one of them. He saw one of them lunge for him as he nearly finished his arc so he adjusted his footing and twisted and swung his sword and catching the misbegotten just as it cut him on his shoulder with it's cleaver. He looked around seeing about seven left not including the blind one which was swinging it's cleaver wildly as it charge forward and hit it's head on the canyon wall, he would have laughed if not for the seriousness of the situation.
He breathed, a drip of sweat stinging his eye, he blinked cursing and that was when they struck, one of them came in leaping another coming in low he struck at the one in the air, stabbing through it's chest, it caused the already heavy sword to feel like someone had strapped a boulder to the end, and it dropped like someone did the end of the blade hitting the ground with the impaled corpse on it, the one that went low to the ground bit into his leg, Galus screamed reaching for a rock and smacking it on the head repeatedly, when it backed off, he started drinking the last bit of the crimson tears, he grabbed it's cleaver that it dropped and a second one beside it and turned, he got up, from the ground and tested the cleavers weights, he lets out a furious roar and rushes in cleaving the one that bit him, the body dropping with it's head toppling to the ground, he brought the second one in an arc into a second body, cutting into it's belly intestines coming out like coils of rope. He turned as one brought it's cleaver into his arm leaving a deep wound, he kicked it in the head and kept after it as bringing the pair of cleavers down into it's shoulders, he tried to pull them out but they stuck so he put his foot on its chest between the blades before tearing them out with a tearing sound, blood splashed on his face which was in a battle crazed grin he turned and intercepted another misbegotten as it leapt at him, his cleaver slashing it across the chest with one blade and a second across it's throat, he looked around seeing two more and rushing forward he cut through the first ones neck, cutting it's head off.
He leapt at the second one as it ran away but he kicked it down and put a foot on it's back and brought his cleaver up to strike it down, and brought it down on it's head, all but splitting it open, he back up, and lands on the ground, he looks around, the only one still alive is the blind one and then there's the blind girl, he nearly laughed at the absurdity of it, before standing up, looking at the bloodied cleavers and then his bloodied clothes and hands and everything. He was glad the girl couldn't see right now because she'd have probably been scared shitless, he would probably need a bath. Then it struck him that the likeliness of him getting a hot bath here was zilch. He sighed then winced at the deep cut in his arm, he could use a fucking bandage right now, he walked over to the girl.
"Hey, um, you okay?" Galus asked, sitting down on the stone fence across from her.
"Uh, hello, I heard you fighting what happened?" the girl said.
"Misbegotten, I was being chased by them but if I ran any further they'd have turned to kill you... I'm sorry about that..." Galus said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, then realized he just smeared more blood on his face. He got up and walked over to the misbegotten with his sword, and grabbing his sword by the hilt with his foot on its belly and ripped it out, returning back over to the girl.
"Well, my name is Irina, are you alright?" Irena asked, sounding concerned.
"Galus, and yeah, though I have a cut on my arm that seems pretty bad... I managed to treat my other wounds damn it..." Galus said, sitting back down.
"Oh, I see... I'm sorry to ask anything more from you but can you deliver this letter to my father? He's the commander of castle morne-"
"Nope, not going anywhere near castle morne, that fucking golem made it pretty clear I'm not welcome there. The best I can do is guard you until your father comes to get you."
Irena looked disappointed but nodded. "Alright, just be careful."