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 : Proper
In the darkness beyond the mountains, lines of destruction spread throughout the confusing landscape of Tokstrom, Continental Fortress of the undead empire, compressed winds split stone and air, like massive detonations rippling through the eternal night, Nosferatu struck those raging winds head-on, dispelling the crushing unseen blade.
Moving in the blink of an eye, Pierre-Ornée thrusted at the vampires face, twisting his weapon after it missed, creating a sudden vortex, cutting into the gravelord's face, the wounds remaining for less than a second, the copper knight could barely even see them appearing.
Swinging again, it was blocked, Nosferatu replied with a jab, the knight evading with a back step, planting his halberd into the ground, the flat roof of a nondescript building, he launched pieces of debris at his opponent, the stone used here much tougher than anything he was used to, his idea went through anyways.