Galus made it to the castle gates, took a piss on the golems remains, seriously, fuck that thing. And he finally entered castle Morne, he looked in the room to the side, he walked over to the clump of roots on the floor where a site of grace would be, if he could see the sparkling shit, but he supposed that again he would need to be a tarnished to even have a chance to gain that ability, he walked over to a weapon wrack finding a bunch of spears, he pumped his fist and gave out an excited "Yus" he grabbed one of the spears and did a couple moves he'd learned from his time learning martial arts, though he'd found on many occasions that playing with it was a good way to get comfortable with it. He wasn't sure how he was gonna do with this many weapons though, he had a Kukri tied to the back of his belt two cleavers at his hips and a huge curved greatsword on his back, best case he loses the spear. He sighs, looking down at the cleavers. "Sorry old friends, worse comes to worse I'll come get you back. Maybe." He walks back into the hall and onto the elevator, meanwhile he tests the spears center of gravity running his finger down the shaft of the spear until he found it he let go of the other end about half way up, if not just an inch of two more. he watched it balance there for a couple seconds, before throwing it up into the air and catching it. The elevator stopped and he was almost overwhelmed by the stench of a thousand rotting corpses. He puked up the rowa berries he'd eaten for breakfast. "Fuuuuuck..." He gasps out. He gets to his feet, and see's the many misbegotten cheering on top of the corpses.
He sighs, grasping his spear a little tighter, his brain would block out all the bad smells in just a few minutes. He started forward, seeing a large one at the top of the small mountain of bodies, he once again, would rather not kill these guys, frankly they've been through a lot, and in his mind this is much like kicking an abused orphan while they're on the ground, already having a broken bone or two, and seeing the scars on their backs that was probably not far off.
He twirled his spear, and started to walk forward, he saw one notice him, and with one of their uncanny smiles, it howled notifying the others of his coming. He sighed, he'd try not to kill this group, but he couldn't promise they wouldn't atleast get hurt, one of them lunged at him it's nubby little wings propelling it through the air if only barely, he smacked it aside with the blunt end of the spear, a second one tried to do the same but he did the same, with the flat end of the spears blade, it want flying to the side, he saw three more rushing him from the ground and he stabbed one of them through the arm kicking it in the face before pulling it out and sweeping the sharp end a into the side of one of their heads leaving a large gash and he could feel the end scraping the skull he heard rushing behind him and he stabbed the blunt end of the weapon under his rib and could hear the clonk of it hitting the creature in the forehead. This left the two he smacked to the side and the big fucker with the axe. He was surprised just how much difference a weapon he was comfortable with could make in a battle, he backed up a step then heard growling, he looked to the side and saw something that might once have resembled a dog, instead it was more a skeleton with skin loosely hanging from its bones, what few strands of fur it had loosely dotted it's body, it lunged at him and he blocked it's teeth with the shaft of his spear, he reached around his back and brought the Kukri around into it's neck, it yelped and backed up, whimpering, he'd say the dog was bleeding out, but the dog was bleeding something else entirely, black and thick sludge came out of it's neck.
Galus kicked the dog off and sheathed his Kukri, he turned swinging his spear and it connected with the large ones axe, the beard of the axe hooking into the saft of the spear and the wood shaft snapped. Galus cursed, jumping backwards, and unsheathed his hound fang sword. He dashed forward and the axe wielding misbegotten charged, it swung down at him and Galus saw the world blur and he was behind him and watched the misbegotten's axe bounce off a rock where he'd been, it was off balance and then confused, he tapped it on the shoulder and he smacked it with the flat of his blade. He watched it stumble, clearly dazed, he walked over to it stabbing his sword into the ground, dusting his hands before grabbing it's axe from it's weakened grip and in a two handed grip he brought it over its head and onto the back of its neck and pulled it forward and brought his own head forward as well bashing his skull into it's face, he saw it's little nose break, blood running like a river, he tossed the axe aside and kicked the misbegotten in the chest.
Galus took his sword back and sheathed it, then continued on, killing a pair of ghoulish dogs and saw a large solemn figure in his path, a pumpkin head, he still was curious as to what was under that brass contraption. He'd like to avoid getting his skull turned into chunky salsa though. So he snuck past the big guy. he reached down and picked up a small rock, and chucked it, smack, right on the tower, away from him, the pumpkin head got up and went over to the noise as he moved in the opposite direction, and came face to face with another misbegotten, it looked at him, grinning and Galus put a finger to his lips letting out a shhhh sound, and it politely and helpfully shrieked like a fucking banshee. Knocked it out and looked over his shoulder seeing the pumpkin head's not eyes snap in his direction, and it charged like a giant enraged toddler swinging it's ugly stick, striking the walls ground heard a roar from inside of the brass helm. Galus ran full tilt straight to the ladder ahead, and half way up he heard a clang and felt vibrations all through the ladder. He looked down seeing the bottom of the ladder was all kinds of bent out of shape, he saw the bastard looking at the pumpkin head and saw it revving up for another swing, he held on tight and the bottom of the latter was torn off as the pumpkin head swung again, climbed up the rest of the way he looked over the top and saw he was staring eye to eye of a misbegotten, before it could lunge at him Galus grabbed it by the forehead and threw it off of the ledge. "Hope those wings are good for something!" He called as the things wings fluttered all but futilely, atleast it slowed its fall.
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Galus got up onto the rampart, he looked across a bridge and saw that there were misbegotten, with fully functional wings this time... And bows. "Damn it Karma..." He muttered and walked over to a table, "let's see here... Cleaver, cleaver, beeeg cleaver, aha!" He picks up the table and cut off the legs, and grabbed a pair of spears, and stabbed it through the boards of the table and then broke the shafts, creating makeshift handles. He picked it up and used the the massive table as the world's biggest and weakest great shield, he had ever seen, he trudged along the bottom if it scraping along the bricks of the rampart, he fekt one of the arrows impact his makeshift shielf, and was surprisex to see it all but punch through, he sighed, so much for that plan, he threw his table shield over the side of the rampart and heard it shatter and followed up by a roar, causing him to wince. "Sorry!" He unsheathed his sword and started rushing forward soon enough his world blurred, and he was across the bridge. And behind the archers. He quickly went over to the ladder and climbed down.
He saw some corpses of soldiers who had died, in defense and only two remained, and they were fighting for their lives. he casually turned around and walked into the hallway, he climbed over the wall and saw a nice view of the sea, a couple of towers, and a little island nearby. He shrugged, and hopped down a small cliff, jumped over a good big gap, and had to grab on not to fall, with a bit of difficulty he managed to climb up and onto the roof, he rushed over and heard something from a hatch in the roof, someone cracking whips, he carefully climbed down hanging from the ceiling and dropped onto a wooden beem, he carefully dropped doen onto a second beem and then he saw it, a bunch of smaller misbegotten the size of human babies being whipped by a fat greasy noblr. Galus was reminded of his old warthog of a father who'd beat him with a belt, didn't matter if he was being bad or not, he was a petty tyrant.
Galus silently dropped behind the man, his one good eye practically glowing with rage.
He tapped the man on the shoulder, and he looked back at Galus startled, "Marika's tits boy don't scare me like that! What's wrong? Want a turn?"
Galus took a deep breath and smiled, "yes, I believe I do." He took the whip and punched the man in the face sending him tumbling backwards tripping over a box and crashed through the old wood. He grabbed the man by the boot and started dragging him away outside with a bit of difficulty considering his considerable Girth. He stopped and turned back to the noble who was desperately trying to get up, and Galus grabbed him by the collar of his expensive asz frilly shirt and ripped it open. He took his sword and slashed their tendons in their legs, he started whipping the bastard on the back with all the mirth of a gargoyle. After his back was scarred bloody he grabbed him by the hair, and punched him in the face three times. The man was a bloodied mess, his eyes were swollen and bloody his mouth was missing teeth.
He dragged the man across the floor and he dumped them over the wall and into the water. Before jumping down to follow. He dragged them toward the island, if he remembered right this was nice shallow area, he saw bubbles coming up around where the nobles head, he saw him get up and start crawling away like a giant fat baby. He grabbed him by the hair again, dragging him toward the island, no golden fog wall here, just a stone gateway, when the Noble saw large misbegotten on the island he shrieked. "No! No! I'm of noble blood! I cannot die in such a manor! I will not be defiled by that thing!"
Galus punched him in the throat to shut him up. "Hey, you! How about a trade! I'll give you this fucker, and you can give me that slightly more pretty sword."
The misbegotten looked at him, then to the bloodied noble who was struggling again, at this point Galus just wrapped the whip around his neck and started squeezing.
Galus looked at him. "Big fresh and juicy, unfortunately..." He grunted putting his foot on the nobles back who's face was turning blue. "This is a limited time offer."
Galus didn't know if misbegotten could talk, actually scratch that Hewg was misbegotten and he was actually quite articulate.
The misbegotten dropped dropped the sword and motioned for Galus to stop, he did, and the noble gasped a breath of fresh ocean air.
Galus dropped the overweight noble with a splash of water, and retreated the massive sword made of many smaller swords and started dragging it off back toward the castle.