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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.

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Do Not Be Afraid

"Oh, a shipment of steel from that dungeon? Have the adventurers finally begun to do their job again?" a guard standing in the open gate to the city spoke as he wrote down a few things on some paper.

"Not quite, I just had some reserves, you know, just in case, heheh" the merchant laughed a bit, making the guard shake his head, motioning for him to move in.

The line of people waiting to get in was rather lengthy, be it people on foot, on horses or with carriages, they all had to go through the checkpoint and the guards there, though, mostly only the carriages were checked extensively, and that was only really for those driven by faces they didn't recognise.

After being on this post for so many years, the man standing at the front knew many merchants, he would just exchange a few words with them and let them through without verifications, today was just another day for him.