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.
Surely, It Will
The two knights looked upon the catches of their scouts, most were actually just regular animals, quite a lot of mice, snakes, monkeys that were just a bit bigger than human newborns, only a few birds, one anteater and one jaguar.
They had only managed to wrestle a single monster into submission, having to hit it over the head multiple times over, some sort of wolf-like creature with the fur pattern of a tiger, no tail and porcupine spikes running all along its spine, whatever it was, a soldier had beaten it senseless with his fists and carried it there.
Using the bone needles with precision, stabbing each and every of the captured creatures through their forehead, piercing their brains, forming a crystal of condensed festering death force directly within.