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.
Fear The Night : Cutting Down
Wielding the champion of water's arm by the hand, he swung it like a battleaxe at the champion of crystal, Dasato was a lanky woman, but the limb Loimos wielded was not exactly thick either, rather delicate in fact for a warrior that could supposedly fight both with magic and martial arts, obviously, the undead knew how to wield even a weapon as impromptu as this one.
Using severed body parts as weapons was not all that uncommon for the undeads, grasping onto the arm tighter, slinging blood still within at the champion's face and eyes, a well placed kick to lessen her grip on her crystal blade, he caught it and turned to the approaching livings, Milo and Griar were quick on their feet, Msir was tending to her fellow champions, grabbing them to bring to the healer, although not immediately lethal, their injuries certainly held the potential to be mortal.