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.
"At the moment, trade between the continents is mostly anecdotal, even though all of us have means to do so, it remains too complicated and costly to put in place actual trade routes for constant exchanges of goods…" mentioned the Hierophant-Queen, readjusting the mitre upon her head.
"Mmh… My people just go and get whatever it is that they want on their own, as for myself, I am only interested in expanding the number of draconic species living under my reign" Ronarkatast certainly had the means and manpower to have some of the largest of his dragons carry goods back and forth, but there was nothing for him and or his nation to gain from playing the part of scaly mules.