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.
A Job Well Done
Ourlst was with one knee against the ground, head low, eyes aimed directly as the ground, the lustrous black floor, right wrist resting on one the other knee, left knuckles against the dark iron, clutching his sheathed sword with strength only the grip of a dead man could muster, he felt like the moment could not have been more badly picked.
The knight had headed over to report immediately, convinced to have cracked the code and discovered exactly where the livings of the south had hidden away at, the only problem being that he had been tasked with utilising force and military might to destroy them, and as such, he did not have access to a majority of the utility castes, such as the digging and mining caste currently working with Horhir in the Eastern Peaks.