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.
Skeleton's New Clothes
Loimos had been left without a right arm, a lower jaw, pretty much incapable of using his rot, charred and surrounded by a smouldering inferno, also, he had lost all of his gear, procuring some swords would be easy, he still had a few bows intact as well, but he was in dire need of some protective gear.
Although, the main purpose of wearing clothes had always been to keep it hidden from his foes that he was actually an undead, they had no idea that their enemy couldn't grow exhausted and was lacking many vitals, or that pain was an obscure concept to him, right now, it would be difficult to keep the act going.