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.
Negotiations
The livings did not know where to start, the undead before them had just assumed a posture, and chosen to remain in it, having yet to initiate any conversation, emitting a no-so subtle sense of dread even as he was being suppressed by the barrier.
'Well… The first thing to do is-' Alisart Cleavster shuffled in his seat, putting one hand on the table.
"I-"
"I am Loimos, General Of The Vanguard, a follower of The Prince Of Death, King Nitok" the undead spoke right before he could even start to vocalise his thoughts "Alisart Cleavster, Warking of the Southern Shores…"
"...Irlke Combuscrus, Warking of the Northern Swamp…"
"...Derdlim Maulerd, Warqueen of the Eastern Peaks…"
"...Jaral Cribler, Warking of the Western Cliffs…"