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.
Impressive Messenger
Today was a bright day for Belliste, upon these lands, there were five distinct regions, the Southern Shores, ruled by Warking Alisart Cleavster and his knights cloaked in white, with access to the ocean, they braved its dangers to furnish a steady stream of food to the population, with also many fertile lands, here, strong martial warriors could be cultivated, and upon it, as rare as was an upside down tree, calm and peace reigned.
The same, incredibly strange and unusual spectacle was happening throughout all of the regions.
In the Northern Swamp, ruled by Warking Irlke Combuscrus, the people enjoyed a few, extremely fertile areas, but they were small, and thus, the people here did not eat as much as they should, leading to the leading way of power becoming, magic, and more precisely pyromancy.