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.
Bad Playwright
"What the hell was this? I just blinked!" now laying on the ground just outside of the dungeon, Milo's body felt sluggish and soft, despite this, he was being shaken around as the earth itself shook.
The dungeon was collapsing upon itself, the metal that had once formed immense hallways and rooms was retracted, allowing the packed stone all around to flood into the empty space, rumbling the very foundations of homes and buildings in the city, this tremor was not simply a physical blow, but it also meant that the great source of iron the city was built upon had been taken away.
The ramifications of such an event were going to be terrible, many would lose their jobs, the city would be left destitute, it would become no different from many others that had lost the primary income source, this was not quite what was on the minds of the two youths however.