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.
Most of the minor lords were accounted for by now, although not everyone knew everything, overall, only two had yet to appear at all, and it was for Bough to account for them, the copper knight, often times eclipsed by Pierre-Ornée despite being the more physically impressive of the duo, armed with naught but his greatshield, he swept through the waves of undeads, at first, just regular rank and file, the lowest of the typical soldiers, swarming en masse, but even their combined weight and efforts could not trump over the physical might of the Shieldmaster.
Swinging his shield through the masses, after Antieeld released her army of translucent soldiers, the undeads that came flooding in changed from typical soldier to much more dangerous ones, some that were easily recognisable such as death knights and dullahans, direct followers of minor lords and gravelords, corpse abominations.