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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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Emergency Council

The miasma made way, pushed away by the one.

The miasma condensed, wrapping around the one.

"Well, I am not disappointed, you have certainly put on some height since last time" Thanatok Ynigós laughed, his arms crossed, blond, almost golden, hair falling over his back, he seemed to have not changed at all since his reawakening as the pure living, he had just changed pants and not put any shirt on.

Proudly showing off his bulging muscles, precisely training for combat, nourished by the most pure of life forces and fueled further by his primeval vigour, greens eyes holding a vibrant glint of interest as he stared at Loimos, the two of them now standing eye to eye.

The skeleton had certainly changed a bit, having indeed expanded in height a fair bit, although that had been a phenomenon that had been occurring ever since his arrival upon this plane, the bare bones of his looked much different than that he used to have back then.