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.
Eight And Sixteen
An arahtazthat was no small beast, easily taller than a two cows stacked atop one another and even larger in width and length, but compared to the regular ahltaizth, they pitifully small, thieving a single bit of their tentacles was enough to substantiate dozens of the underbelly crawlers for a long time, not to mention that the floating beasts quickly regrew what was lost without a problem, but there were few ahltaizths in total, so even when a single one went away, it caused some problems.
Although rare, the beast worshippers had lived long enough to observe many of such events, and when that happened, it was common for arahtazthats to climb on land to find something to bring back and feast upon, many died trying as they were not adapted to deal with the creatures there.