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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.

Ready_ · Fantasy
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627 Chs

The Poison Swamp

Unlike Alisart Cleavster, who lived inside a fortified castle surrounded by knights and soldiers, Irlke Combuscrus had taken quarters into a simple hut, elevated over pillars, towns and such in the Northern Swamp were all rather simple, to move from one place to another, there were no secrets, one needed to traverse the swampy lands, often reaching up to one's waists, that was without mentioning that one needed to be rather resistant to a particular effect brought by the swamp itself, few times had invaders experienced it for they had always quickly turned back in the face of the impossible manoeuvrability.

But the swamp was toxic, one submerged within it in any shape or form would slowly be poisoned by simple contact, the northern people were resistant naturally, and could use their flames of pyromancy to cleanse themselves, all of their homes were still over-elevated well above the swamp, some sort of foam forming upon its surface from time to time.