Husks are the incarnation of awesome. I'm going to tell a little story of something I did a few weeks ago. I had started out with a Demigod adventurer. After some time, a couple of hundred notable kills, having learnt the Secret and such, I stumbled upon a non-hostile bandit camp. I saw a female bandit, had big muscles and such so I figured, well, I'll recruit her, see if she's any useful. Also to test how bandit followers react to other civilizations, and vice verse.
Anyway, after just a couple of fights, in which she surprisingly enough slaughtered no less than five armed soldiers in a keep, without taking a scratch, I decide to have a look and notice that, shit, she's become a Swordsmaster! One hell of a bandit woman I picked up, obviously, even if she's got a Silver Longsword. Anyway, I decide that she is now my bodyguard.
About fifty dead soldier and not a scratch later, I decide that her stats are good enough. So I find an evil swamp and uh, well, I find some heinous fog. I don't enter it, but she starts chasing some raven husks chilling in the fog.
Short story shorter, I now had a high stat Swordmaster husk bodyguard with +200 notable kills. She could chip BC's with her silver longsword (although I did have to savescum once, after I was killed by a web-shooting Spider Titan), slaughter entire fortresses without a nick. Well, she did get some hits, her back broke, arm was twisted, nothing big for a husk. I wasn't too careful since I'd savescummed, since this was all just an experiment and we were both already dead as far as I was concerned. I decided to go after the local deity. I resurrected no less than FOUR Titans and a Roc that we had killed, became a Husk myself and headed out. Then in one little village, it happened.
She turned on me. I don't know why. We were both busy killing innocent civilians when all of a sudden, she calls me out. I'm like, "Bitch what?" and think there's some sort of mistake. I mean, we were tight, we had a history of hundreds of goblins and soldiers and half a dozen titans. So she just waltzes up to me, in a casual husk-like way, and sticks her silver sword right though my brain. I figure that now it's on, and try to give back. I'm also a Swordsmaster, but she gets lucky and before I know it I'm missing a leg. Then goes my swordarm, and then my other hand! I'm starting to get a little worried now. Through a stroke of luck I manage to catch her sword with my arm somehow, and take her sword away.
Now you gotta understand that when two unarmed husks are fighting, it's not stopping anytime soon. Soon we both lay there in a pool of mud and blood, surrounded by corpses. Undead titans and skeletal rocs are tearing apart villagers in the dozens around us while we are on the ground, kicking and biting each other into broken sacks of bone. After in-game hours we've bitten off any less durable limbs involved in this scrap - legs, arms, ears, noses. There we lay, biting and tearing and pushing, with gigantic undead monstrosities guarding our eternal struggle.
I saved then, and haven't loaded it since. I like to imagine that they're still there, trying to best one another.
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