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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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Slaughter

I have seen my fair share of history, I have borne witness to many atrocities birthed from all sides and reaches, I know of what lays upon other continents, millions upon millions of kilometers across the sea and oceans, dreadful monsters, nations of madness, islands consumed by an ominous flame, places inhabited by beings we can not lay eyes upon.

I have gone to many places, I have risked my life many times solely for the selfish desire of more knowledge, yet, somehow, there is only one thing capable of appalling me even more than the undead legions and their rotten desires.

When I hear of a fellow person, someone gifted with reason, logic, blessed with the ability of sapience, when I hear that someone much like me in mind rejoices for the damage done to those they disagree with, celebrate the misfortune.