Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

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Viridis was a continent of sapient species such as humans, elves, demons and all of the likes, blessed by the gods long ago, before the burning, it enjoyed peace for many years, many, many years.

However, that peace had many grow complacent and weak, even champions worthy of being called heroes of legend could not help in this regard, the infrastructures, the armies, the call of war, all had slowly grown atrophied, allowing for an empire of power to wipe all out and establish itself as the only ruler.

And now, the influence emanating from this dominion wishes to expand even further, beyond its borders, until the very borders of this world get in the way, and even then, who knows if that would be enough to stop it…

All continents were entirely different from one another, but Belliste was similar to Viridis in some regards, they used to be contrasts of each other in the opposite way that it was now, Belliste was once unified before falling to warfare, the opposite happened to Viridis, somewhat.

Their populations were rather similar, mostly inhabited by humans, elves and demons… Only that over time, war had become something beyond even an art to the Bellistian people, it had become the way of life, but ironically, not all had to fight, people were needed to produce the resources required to wage endless wars, food, equipment and all else, those capable of healing were especially in demand, so much so that it had become a widespread taboo to even mention the intent to touch the hair of anyone with such capacities.

It was said that a healer could walk in the middle of a battlefield, and all soldiers would stop to let them through, where injuries were everywhere, those that could mend the body, regrow limbs and generally appease the dying were seen as saints, saints amidst godless wars.

War was an institution, war was everything, war was the fuel, war was the answer, war was the question.

As such, they might be the most well-prepared to face off against the eternal ranks of oblivion, as long as they managed to recognise that war was to be directed in a single direction at least.

Just like Viridis, a conflict was inevitable, but once again, they would have the advantage.

The other continents were in stark contrast to Viridis and Belliste.

There was Yoreterre, land without civilisations and fraught with extreme environment's left and right, overrun with beasts and monsters of strength and power unlike anywhere else, intelligent, but not sapient, all that dared to travel toward it would be torn apart, crushed or infested by parasites used to bring down creatures that dwarf mountains, in fact, what were classified as animals in Yorreterre would easily be called monsters elsewhere, the competition was rough, it was brutal and savage, anywhere one went, they could be made into a prey.@@novelbin@@

This meant that the continent was widely unexplored and unknown, it was said that even the dragons of Dragonnerie rarely ever flew over it, but in Yorreterre, dragons still dwelled, shorn of the sophisticated minds often attributed to such creatures.

It was preferable to face a dragon that you could discuss with, than one who only saw you as an intruder, or as a snack.

Yorreterre was certain to be a great ground for the bestial blood to spread upon.

Dragonnerie was the land of dragons and all that stemmed of draconic heritage, not only did the entire continent float in the air, but the waters below were also invested by the denizens, as dragons, in a similar fashion to humans and goblins, could be pretty much found anywhere, in any environment, with magnificent adaptations, though, one should keep this fun fact to themselves if in the presence of the denizens of Dragonnerie, at best, you could mention the draconic goblins they had living there.

Many of the more pureblooded, or so they called themselves, looked down upon those deemed impure, but Dragonlord Ronarkatast was very intent on gathering all those of dragon blood under his rule, without exceptions.

A perfect place for the burning blood to nestle, its originator, having first been of this floating landmass, it was only fitting for him to return.

Then, there was Lefaux, a continent that might appear normal at first glance, but that was home only to sapient golems and pure spirits, beings that did not hold life force, yet lived nonetheless, they lived in a strange harmony, almost uncanny, as the spirits would open the way to their elemental realms and enrich the environment, the golems naturally arising from those efforts.

The people of Lefaux were agreeable, and if traversing the seas wasn't so dangerous in much cases, trade would be tremendous, a few people had taken all the risks to go live there, who knew how many had managed to do it.

Lefaux was like an oasis…

An oasis perfect for the blood of pale silver to prospere.

Verdoyante was an odd case, similar to Yorreterre in the fact that no civilisations existed, or so it appeared, this entire continent was filled with nothing but plantlife of all kinds, this could give rise to beings not so dissimilar to roaming beasts, but for the most part, all was eerily still, in theory, colonising it should be child's play, and yet, no matter how many times ships had reached its shores, it had never come to fruition, the vessels vanished, the people vanished, all that they built vanished, only lush growth remained.

Always.

There was some worry concerning this future conquest, information was much too scarce, even scarcer than the rest.

Bermude sat at the bottom of the ocean, at the bottom of a pit in the deep ocean, an underwater continent, the people there having learned to tame the dangers lurking below, and yet, despite a lack of any serious competition, the Bermudians were strongly fearful and careful of outsiders.

Their hold was hardly challengeable, the other people living underwater did not have the power, nor the incentive to do anything, and the people of above could not plunge and attack as they wished.

Much like Verdoyante, it is possible that it will not be as straightforward as would be favoured.

And lastly, Durter, hidden far below the earth, it too was said to be protected by the oceans, for one would probably need to traverse it to get a good shot at reaching this hidden continent, which existence was only known because its citizens had reached out in their own explorations.

Beyond the fact that it exists, nothing is known about it, only theories.

Still, that would be the perfect playing ground for the lord of ghouls.

There were eight continents, at least, eight that were known of, amidst other civilisations that might have established upon land masses too small to qualify as such, the work before them was difficult.

But prevail, they would.