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.
The Grave Robber
"Mmh, definitely bigger than I thought…" muttered One to herself, eyeing the physical attributes of the one she considered the be the woman closest to her beloved sack of decay, after herself, of course.
Whilst the vampire was assessing the goods, Irbyw was already trying to catch innocent fishes, using the four spider legs upon her back like spears as most just took a seat upon the alluringly comfortable sand, everything on this island having definitely been thought out to be exceptionally pleasant, which was a shame considering that it was so rarely visited.
Maliah also laid down, not quite certain what was so nice about all of this, but feeling rather thrilled about this swimwear thing, perhaps it was just that this was a complete change of wardrobe for her, who was always garbed in the same garments and wrapped in the same cloak.