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.
Enter The Fray
Whilst blades and arrows easily left marks upon its thick, yet soft, cold flesh, all strikes aimed for its bare skull sent ripples through the attackers's arms, arrowheads were chipped and broken into pieces, bellowing and agitating its head.
"Move!" a knight ordered, slinging a freshly lit torch right in the open gap of the beast's jaw, created by the utter lack of flesh and muscles reacting adversely, the pale bull's charge came to a stop, jumping and kicking, swinging its head madly, getting the torch in between its teeth, crushing it to splinters, the Loimosfire upon its horns flaring dangerously, momentarily passing over its skull.
Said knight lured the bull to charge him specifically, a few other knights joining him in this confrontation, meanwhile, all others, alongside the many soldiers turned their attention to the small group of undeads, led by a trusted lieutenant of the vanguard, Erestel, The Grasping Knight.