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.
Bar Brawl
"Hey man, I heard that the king was gonna marry… With… Huh, what's her name again?" a drunk man raised his head from the table, and his own vomit by the same occasion to speak his mind.
This particular group of drunk men was sitting right next to the entrance, they paid no mind to the man that had just entered, not even sparing him a glance as he put something down and lingered at the entrance for a little bit too long.
"Heh? I hear- I hear-" another tried to respond but just fell asleep right here and there.
"I was told that Halbardier Pierre-Ornée is actually a woman" a third one interjected with something completely unrelated.
The man at the entrance was messing around with the door, locking it and shaking it with utter calmness to see how well it was holding up.
"I thought that it was Shieldmaster Bough that was the lady, can you imagine all that meat under that armour?" one stared at the ceiling at the thought of the meat in question.