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.
Seeing Ahead
"Reporting in, our first battle was a success, we have been able of setting up a clear idea and concept of the strength of their soldiers, archers, knights, as well as that of Aramap, with these pieces of information, as well as they style of fighting, we will be able of gearing the troops to properly dissect them next time" down on one knee, helm held under his arm, Ourlst made his report to Loimos.
"Do not forget that they too have earned information from this battle, act and make your decisions with this in mind" the left hand nodded, his leader was going through written reports as well, reading through each entry in detail.
This made Ourlst a bit nervous, those reports were those of the troops he had been trusted with, he had read them prior and already made his decisions, if they were unfit or poor in nature, his general would not ignore it.