Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Loimos couldn’t drop down and begin running like a wild monstrosity either, with a missing arm he would just end up moving slower than he could with just his two legs.

Something was off this time, the barking wasn’t coming from a single direction, it was coming from all around, as though he was already surrounded, which was nonsensical, the captain couldn’t have just known that Loimos would end up here, he shouldn’t have even been certain that the sad faced man would reemerge.

But by all means, it seemed as though the captain knew exactly where he was at the moment, perhaps he was close-by already.

The undead stopped abruptly, unarmed and missing an appendage, he was severely disadvantaged, even more so since the captain of the guards was already a living he couldn’t take down in a fight.

Loimos had been planning on eventually catching him in his sleep, that would save most of the trouble.

He prepared for whatever could be coming his way, the dogs were converging onto his position, he could tell by the sound.

Something soon became clear to the skeleton, but it was too late, he turned and saw that the captain, as well as a bunch of other people had already arrived.

The barking had kept closing in from every direction, yet, Loimos never sensed any life force entering within his field of senses, it was a trick.

He had stopped right there and then to meet the animals but only allowed his pursuers to catch up to him.

There were seven people, Loimos knew all of them, at least, he had seen them before.

Robert had brought with him none of his guards, his best men had all been drinking at the tavern and were either too wasted to fight, or already dead.

Knowing that this was what they would do in advance, the captain who had been severely doubting the validity of the XP he had received, gathered the best adventurers of Throdqdmond.

Namely, the team of four young ladies, and the two brothers, that was the best this place had to offer, it was sad, but it was true.

Robert trusted in their abilities however, he whistled and the noise of barking hounds disappeared, that was his specialty, the dogs he raised and trained could be of many uses to him outside of what they could normally provide.

Sharing senses, and this little trick he had just used, which allowed him to make the sounds his dogs made to appear completely elsewhere compared to their locations, nothing better to stop a runaway, when he had the occasion of using it.

He once again reinforced his body and sword with mana, only to see Loimos not care at all and just sprinting the other way.

The sad faced man was currently looking quite disheveled, his mask and coat were all distorted from receiving all sorts of hits, being coated with blood over and over, he resembled some sort of creature of nightmares.

Seeing him with an arm missing, but not bleeding at all confirmed his suspicions that he was no man.

Robert didn’t need much time to catch up, slashing Loimos in the back.

Being in a rather precarious situation, the undead abandoned all pretenses and allowed his rotten blood to splurge out, the dark liquid forced the man to back off, feeling like this thing could definitely melt through his skin.

Loimos kept on trying to get away, but luck wasn’t on his side today, he reached a cliff, one deep, steep and filled with jagged rocks, this wasn’t like the river, this would definitely grind him into bone meal, even with his best efforts.

He stopped and backed off from the edge, just in time to get hit in the face by another of Lynn’s terribly ineffective bolts, his skull was rather in poor shape at the moment however, his skull took damage.

Cassi approached from the side with her mace at the ready, he raised his arm to try and intercept her, only for it to be chopped just like the first one by Zola.

Now, this was rather troublesome, the mace hit him right in the jaw, smashing it alongside his teeth, taking away another one of his weapons.

The undead avoided two attacks, Robert trying to deprive him of one of his legs, and Tahnee simply sweeping at them.

Saul blocked his way, stabbing him in the back and slamming his shield as well, pushing the undead back into the midst of the formation.

Another bolt was shot, hitting him right in the knee somehow, shaking the link in between the two bones and making him wobbly.

Rendering him unable to move for the fireball carefully prepared by Eppie, it wasn’t a regular fireball however, it was her second spell, which was a fireball but with a twist.

Instead of exploding and blasting whatever was in the radius, the fire engulfed Loimos, setting him completely aflame.

Regaining his footing, he ignored the fire, he couldn’t do anything about it anyways, Eppie was well guarded in the back of the formation, and even if he got to her, he was lacking in ways of killing her at the moment.

Tahnee’s kite shield slammed into him from the side, Cassi and Zola both aimed from his legs, one smashing it down with mace, the other brutally stomping on the side of his knee, both achieving the same result.

Robert was going to the killing blow.

’...’

’This is quite the pickle, I find myself in’

’I need to do something, otherwise I will not be able to fulfilling my purpose any longer’

The undead thought rationally, his eyes bursted out with the purple glow as he focused on producing and manipulating the rot.

Primeval Rot, this was the name of the ability he had had since the very beginning, it was what he, a pure undead, had been brought into existence with.

His clothes erupted with rot, covering his entire body in a flash, it grew and grew, pushing all of the living away, before suddenly bursting into a rain of blighted blood.

Small vegetation withered away, the skin of the attackers was burnt when it landed on them, resting metal and eating away at wood, only a pile of broken bones laid in the center of the blast, something was missing.