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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.

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Unfounded Conviction

"Listen, whatever you do, do not leave anything open, lock everything and barricade the front doors and windows at night! That's the least you can do to stop the headless, alright?" Isilt still in full armour, made certain to explain his family about the dangers of the apparition, especially since the massacre had occurred in the farm just across from theirs, it was friends that had been slaughtered.

The rider in white had been thorough, even going out of his way to massacre the ogres owned by the family, the monsters had not even fought back at all, moving back until they were cornered inside of their stable, for some strange reason, ogres feared the headless even more than people did.

"Don't worry Isilt, the man with no head won't come get us"

"And who do you know this?" he asked one of his younger sisters, Pitit, the oldest of the girls.