Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Moulded from rot and souls, Loimos is born as an undead, as a skeleton. An undead linked to the weakest category of its kind, yet, he has something no other of the dead have. He is pure. Follow the journey of Loimos as he fulfils his duty and hunts down the living with extreme prejudice and faces off with the hypocrisy of those who live in death. In a world thriving with life, magic and heroes, he stands as the solution and its end.
A Childhood Habit
Msir had always been the liveliest of the elemental champions, with an odd, yet charming personality, the champion of sword stood out even at a glance as she always wore a hat on her head, something that hadn't changed even after arriving in the Emerald Realm, she had lost the one from before after getting beaten into a pulp by Loimos, but where there was will, there was a way.
Having always had a knack for millinery, or hat-making, Msir really only went balls to the wall with this hobby after ending up in this place, it was the first reason why she had ran late to the meeting with Neige, too enthralled in the conception of one of her art pieces to notice time passing.