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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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Fear The Night : Nameless Stand

It was like breaking a bunch of rocks with a hammer, it worked but the hammer was worn out and the rocks were much too numerous, that was how it felt trying to bash Helena's skull in, especially as he subconsciously erect barriers in Loimos's way, otherwise he would have already gouged out her eyes like he had done to Merno, once the zone was dispelled, he moved on and rushed for the last challengers still standing.

His armour and bones had suffered some wear and tear, but he somehow appeared even more threatening to the five that remained, three champions of the element and the talented cleric stood in his way, barring the way to Minli and the wounded, whomst had been arranged neatly and had some sort of items cradled into their unconscious hands, the way they had to teleport back to Tamaris was only one way and would work on all of them as long as they carried the appropriate object.