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.
Three Vampirelings
"I see that you have three candidates picked out already" casually walking up, Loimos spoke up.
"Oh! If it isn't my favourite boneman! It has been a little while Loimos, how did you get there? It felt like you just appeared on the island, did you master long-range teleportation? Or did you travel through a realm of death?" Nosferatu remarked, the gravelord slapping his hand down on Loimos's shoulder with enough force to blow some of the dust-like ground away from where they both stood.
"I simply have a body stationed here"
"Huh… That's less entertaining…"
Standing side by side, it was undeniable that they both seemed to have a very similar idea of what good fashion was, being a long, dark mantle as the main course, although, it was certainly questionable why one of them had settled on this look…