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.
Foreboding
"Don't just hear me, listen to me! Understand my words, my plight, the light… Do you hear me pleading? Evil is nearing close! The sound of the trot is growing louder, coming up to your doorstep!"
"Aaaah!"
"Aah!"
"Will you shut the hell up?! I am right in front of you!"
Quideos Audit stopped yelling at the wall and turned to his interlocutor, the king of Starkefolten, Fioldron Ferrcrona, donning the iron crown and a suit of armour as his royal garments, decorated with countless lustrous metal, he was so shiny, that he was pretty much a mirror with legs at this point.
At this moment, the dignified ruler of the powerful nation was tempted to wrap his hands around a certain prophet's neck, using a sheathed sword as a sceptre, he sighed to evacuate his violent intents.