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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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Three Unwanteds

"Pierre-Ornée, Bough, good to see you two back, I already have a new job for the two of you" Agilulf Wanneck, King Of Tamaris welcomed his two closest guards himself, clapping his hands and producing a metallic clink from his fingers were covered with golden rings, adorned with precious minerals and gems.

His long beard swayed as a strong breeze blew through the gardens situated all across his palace.

The two warriors stayed silent and listened to his next words, but instead of speaking up, their lord walked past them, signalling for them to follow, walking through the immense corridors of the royal castle, built so large with the express purpose of being capable of housing all sort of species, a sign of respect on Wanneck's side.

It was also rather useful considering the size of his shield carrying personal guard, walking behind their king, it didn't take too long for the two of them to realise where they were headed.