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.
Piercing Drop
Apart from the three of them, the room was only filled with a rather lavish desk, poorly painted art pieces and stacks of coins in a corner behind the branded man, the walls were carved roughly through the stone, the ceiling was a good height to accommodate for the large orc, but all in all, the room was much longer than it was wider.
The green-skinned fellow stomped forward, shaking the room, he towered well over Loimos, not much in terms of sheer height, but his shoulder width was simply enormous, multiple Loimos would be able to stand next to one another before reaching the same size.
Pulling out the short black blade, Loimos mimicked the movements of its original owner perfectly, tricking the orc into thinking he was better at wielded the blade than he really was, still, he didn't back off and simply frowned, banging on his chest, the dull sound of metal hitting metal filling the room.