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.
The Beginning : Searching And Finding out
All of those enslaved people were dressed roughly the same, cloaks covering most of their bodies, each toiled away without stopping, hours on end, the signal for respite being one of them collapsing to the ground, physically incapable of standing any longer, two others went over to help him.
Or so Milo and Griar first assumed, instead, they tore his cloak off, revealing a shirt covered in holes, held close to the body of its wearer with ropes of web, the holes allowed for bloated mounds to enjoy the outside air, malignant protuberances that were far from solid, small creatures crawling inside, doing their utmost to break through the elastic skin.