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.
Little Flirt
"And you told me you weren't good at magic, I never met someone so good at spirit creation and golemcraft" Rosemary but up her hand against Osworth's shoulder, unlike usual, she had ditch her red robe, currently dressed in brown pants and a white shirt with no sleeves, her arms weren't very bulky but definitely well trained, not everyone would get bigger with training after all.
Turning around, she clapped her hand and showed off the creation she and Osworth had just built to her class, in the last month, she had taught both of her classes at the same moment every single time, they needed to get more familiar with one another to form more cohesive groups.