Let’s see what kind of influence our little pure undead has here, huh?
"She slapped me, slapped me so hard, one slap, just one, and both my knight and mage training failed to do anything, it's like getting kicked in my parts, but on a fundamental level, my only wish is to become one with the grass now…" a bit over dramatic but Milo understood the sentiment in a sense.
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Still wondering what that white crystal that spawned all those rats was, and now the gift? Things are being dropped one after the other without info, makes my curious self drool with wanting to know.
I know what that sounds like, and pairing that with the image of a thumb being broken like that, shivered my timbers man.
Loimos grabbed one of his thumbs and cracked it like a celery stick, completely reducing his efforts of spellcasting to nothing as he dropped the mana weaving entirely, allowing Loimos to start whaling on the defenceless mage, punching him in the throat and face until he couldn't even try to mitigate the damage with mana, the rats began biting and tearing him apart, opening wounds and crawling into them.
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😦👍
One rat broke out from the group, accelerating and jumping up on the man's ankle, before suddenly expanding and bursting into an explosion of black blood and bone shrapnel.
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He tried to reason with Loimos, but it was no use, he dropped what looked like a white fragment and as it hit the ground, the small shard was enveloped in rot, before forming into a swarm of decaying rats.
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Knowing one of those is right, makes me fear the other two are just as true…damn, this story isn't running out of anyone interesting anytime soon.
"Ah, I like your words funny bone, read over this contract and sign it if you see no issue, again, I am a professional, don't listen to people saying that I am a lunatic who only lives for murder and bloodshed! I am a pretty girl, and I have never bathed in blood, or hugged decapitated heads, and I have certainly never done a blood angel because I miss the snow!" she overshared as Loimos read over the very simple contract, which was written in blood, the undead was able to tell many things others may not have been capable of.
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Shesh.
There was indeed a crypt contained within Weafewand, but unlike in Findpasser, it wasn't simply surrounded by highly ineffective fences, the entire thing had been encased with enchanted iron, covered with runes, magic circles, sigils and even surrounded by an entire array, the entire thing was also floating up in the sky, in sight of everybody, and under surveillance by guards that were definitely much more of a problem that the regular schmucks Loimos had encountered many times.
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Jarring, love it.
A hand grabbed him by the back of the head, pushing him forward and slamming his forehead against the cage, once, twice, thrice, four times, six times, ten times, again and again until his skull cave in, only then was he pulled back and thrown to the ground, where he was finished off with a series of stomps all over his face and throat.
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Huh? Wonder what would qualify under these circumstances?
Adorable
Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
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