Lugung, Scythe-Brute

Even amongst the singular monstrosities of the Ysians, the Brutes are something to behold. Experiments of flesh and metal, of muscles grown and bones riveted, each Brute is a unique study of a particular fleshsmith's craft, an identifiable expression of their depraved mindset, but Lugung could well be stated to be the most crazed of all, a deformed Scythe-Brute driven to frenzy by the constant agony of his alterations and his uncured lameness, for Lugung was taken from the streets of Par-Ys a beggar, a cripple and a forgotten man, eager for the vittals proffered to him and unconcerned as to where it came from, so far had he sank. Thus ensnared, he became a ghoul of sorts, an eater of his fellow man as well as the flesh of almost anything to hand, the better to propel him into insanity and become a benumbed subject of the fleshsmith's foul undertakings. Yet even the growth and power mutations enforced upon him could not cure the lameness he had since birth, so bad are they, but the Ysians care not: they goad him to battle regardless, promise him the flesh of anything he kills, and a killer Lugung most certainly has become.