Old Shacklegut looms like a nightmare from the darkest depths of the Prison Realm. A monstrous amalgamation of flesh and metal, this giant creature crawls on multiple legs, each step accompanied by the eerie clank of chains and the squeal of metal against metal. Its swollen abdomen, reminiscent of a bloated spider, is twisted with cages, spikes, and other implements of torment, hinting at the unspeakable horrors it has inflicted upon its victims and itself.
One of the most striking features of Old Shacklegut is the nest of cannons that protrude from its grotesque form. These cannons, fused seamlessly with its flesh, serve as both weapons of destruction and instruments of terror. With a single command, Old Shacklegut can unleash a devastating barrage of arcane firepower upon its enemies, leaving naught but devastation in its wake.
Once a mortal cultist, Old Shacklegut's origins are shrouded in betrayal and madness. Some whisper that it was once an artillery master of the Penitent Crusade who turned traitor, while others believe it to be an Allstein Engineer lost to the depths of insanity. Regardless of its past, Old Shacklegut now serves as a fearsome war machine for the Tormentor Cults, its allegiance pledged to the dark forces that have granted it ascendance.
