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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 : The Least

Spine growing cold, Antieeld did not show her fear as the overwhelming presence of Nosferatu appeared on the battlefield, she continued shouting orders left and right, boosting morale through usage of both her inborn talent and learned arts, her eyes and attention darting all over the area put under her command, over her shoulder as well.

"Brace!" she yelled out, all soldiers hearing her clearly, bodies moving on their own to prepare for something they had no idea about, a shock went right through the area, the first blow thrown out by the one of foetid blood, striking hard against the shield of Bough, the man's most bizarre laughter rang out from within his helm, absolutely thrilled to have been moved from his position, Antieeld assumed.