Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

As such, the two foremost knights walked through wide roads, since Loimos was regarded as an utilitarian, the architects had also made sure that the paths leading to the various areas of the 'Champion's Domain' as they called it, they made certain that they could also serve as roads for many other purposes, so somehow, Loimos was somewhat responsible for them creating an alternative passage system above the current one, although, the closer they got to the tower, the more the undeads around were warriors of Loimos.

Keeping especially close to the outskirts of this fantastic creation were the beasts under his command, never keeping far from their master, not that anything could even possibly get this close to the epicenter, not to mention that if something did, then they wouldn't serve much purpose, but still, they were fiercely loyal.

The tower itself was of an odd design, with pieces of debris floating around, the outside wall was not of a single, uniform material but rather a grafted, chimaera-like pattern that defied common sense, still, it gave the tower an uncanny disposition, making it appear as though it could crumble down at any moment.

Stepping through the main entrance, they were greeted by a maze of high shelves, a winding staircase and a solemn ambiance, like a piece of oblivion had been ground and mixed to paint the walls.

The inside was unlike the exterior, everything here reeked of antiquity, wooden floorboards that felt like they should creak, but never did, cobwebs that never got in the way, and most importantly, an endless selection of books, tomes and other grimoires, anything of such a nature that was found was to be amassed here, Viridis had been the main contributor, but it was not their literature that had managed to make Loimos stay in here for so long.

Many other undeads were around, sometimes, one might even find King Nitok in person reading up, it was safe to say that it was rather popular, especially the sections that the champion had created with the aid of the gravelords and other illustrious undeads, tomes describing the ways of the various castes of the vanguard and also that of all other warriors groups.

As such, many rank and file, Loimoisian knights and the likes were always around, some of them present to guard their leader, who was to be found currently on the fourth flour, which was still quite a trek, the organisation of books was based on multiple criterias, but the tower was still mostly empty, probably because it was gigantic.

Moving up, the two knights found Loimos reading through parchments made from skin, the esoteric writings resisted the power of the stolen blessing of comprehension, and were also written in either rudimentary languages or needlessly convoluted ones, as such, making accurate translations and understanding the content was a challenge even for one that wielded death.

And where Loimos was, there tended to also always be followers, Poitirus was not around today, most probably out installing miasma generators in the depths, but of course, One was right here, trying her damn hardest to understand a book that she could actually read, which was titled : 'How To Make Him Understand Your Signs, A Book For Lonely Maidens', one could not deny that she was dedicated, years of unrequited affection and still holding on as strongly as ever.

The two knights truly always felt amiss here, either other great undead figures would also be around, which made them walk as if they were on eggshells, interacting with their lord was as easy as it went, most respectfully, Loimos basically had no personality, he was just a corpse.

Gravelords and company however, they didn't really know how to act around them.

Thankfully, none were there today, instead, it was the always present swarm that hung around.

"Ourlst, there are more than before, right?" the right hand asked.

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The bachelorettes, always a sight to behold, the amount of undeads that saw their glorious lord in the light of deep affection was simply staggering, but just like the sun-walking vampire, they were all doomed to an eternity of chase, probably…

Still, when one was not pure like Loimos, it was a bit embarrassing of a situation to traverse.

"Sir Loimos, we bring news of our conquests!" both exclaimed at once, falling to one knee and taking off their helms, revealing the mesh of rotten sludge clinging to their skulls, the entire thing tightened inadvertently by stray strings of hair, pieces of goopy putrescence stuck to the inside of their head pieces.

Engaging with their unnecessary show of devotion and respect, the pure undead told them to rise, Loimos was used to putting what was only theatrics in his view, it was favourable to better communicate with his fellows who had habits and lingering feelings, even they could be taken aback by his true behaviour.

Especially the typical undeads, who would have never seen him in person and only heard the words of others, which tended to paint Loimos in a much different light than reality.

Listing every single thing accomplished by their teams, the two knights went into egregiously precise details, sharing every single thought and theory they had had, the possibility of Dragonnerie taking action, or the possibility of nearby land with a drake population.

Ending with their belief that Belliste was preparing something, knowing full well that making a b-line directly for the continent was not in the plans at all, the undead would rather want to fight with the support of potent miasma than without, that was only logical, and with eternity on their side, it was natural to not dread the prospect of a lengthy siege.

"Dragonnerie has indeed made moves, but those drakes are unrelated, there is no need to worry about Belliste, it will be challenging but nothing that can not be handled" their general simply responded.

"Sir Loimos, how do you know all of this?" Horhir asked, had someone else already informed him?

"Although it is a certainty that we can eventually triumph over Belliste even at their best, it is never a bad idea to get ahead of the competition" without ever moving at all, he continued.@@novelbin@@

"I have already dispatched a soldier to Belliste, he will get them to focus more on the inside than otherwise"

The two knights looked at one another, their decayed faces jiggling as the various strips of rotten flesh were given free reign of movement.

"But Sir, no ship has gone for Belliste, and who would be competent enough to be deployed alone?"

Both of them were full of questions, and that was without mentioning the fact that it would still take many years until the invasion was officially begun, how could a single undead be expected to not only cause problems, but also evade the livings for so long?