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.
Vision Of Burning
With a groan, Fioldron Ferrcrona rubbed his temples, a heavy headache pounding from within, echoing and bouncing everywhere inside his skull, despite his body being healed, something had been left behind, he had held strong in the face of death, but wounds beyond the flesh had been inflicted nonetheless, Loimos's accursed voice was still ringing in his mind.
"Curse you…" he murmured in the darkness of his room, the room he had used a few times in the past when visiting Agilulf Wanneck for whatever businesses, this was where he had been brought after receiving the miraculous healing of Rosemary's flames.
This room was outrageously large, and somehow managed to not seem uncanny with a bunch useless empty space, the merchant king had always known how to accommodate just about anyone, but something else had been brought to his room as per his wishes, something that even when half-way unconscious and broken in body, he had not forgotten to point out.