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.
Well, That's Awkward
Arrows rained from the sky with astounding precision, aiming for the regular folks rather than the more adept guards, whose guard was raised the instant they learned of what was happening, projectiles aimed at citizens's vitals flew in between buildings, following the shape of an arc.
Some fell to the ground the instant they were hit, others stumbled about for a few seconds as their throats and organs were damaged, few shots missed their marks, although not everyone were struck with lethal wounds, what followed forced all attention to be put on the ones that had been successfully targeted however.
The volley of arrows ceased only a minute after it had begun, the deceased suddenly began convulsing, their corpses bloating and decaying at a rapid pace before the sudden accumulation of miasma caused them to burst into pieces.