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.
"It did not go well" stating the obvious, Alisart Cleavster noticed the empty spaces were knights of valour and brave soldiers were supposed to be standing, it was to be expected that their first attempts at this sort of warfare would not go well, but even with explicit orders to retreat with haste, many had fallen prey to death's cold grasp.
A few of the groups had been hit especially hard, but overall, none of them had achieved stellar results, it was honestly flabbergasting to the southern king, to one such as himself used to leading the strongest and most well-organised army around, to encounter not just a force that could rival his own, but overwhelm and defeat it on the regular.