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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.

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Red Entrance

With two bone claws and other tricks operational once more, Loimos stood on the outside of the gate supposedly preventing people from getting in, this night wasn't nearly as bright as a full moon but the moonlight was shining somewhat either way, not that it mattered for Loimos, but One was bringing along some livings, it was unlikely that they all had great vision in the dark.

The streets were once again empty, save for a few younglings that had ran through the streets a few minutes ago, it was certainly hard to imagine that some great criminal activities were constantly brewing just out of sight of Findpasser, One was selling drugs to fund her project, and from what she had said, they weren't soft in the least, so the fact that Loimos had yet to stumble upon anyone under its influence was rather suspicious.