Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

"There really is nothing left huh? You would make for a great assassin Loimos, you should consider joining the Fin-Limiers" commented Three, her green blade resting on her shoulder, everything from corpses, items and even constructions had been eradicated from existence, even the slightest of miscellaneous objects had decayed away.

Loimos had only left most of the money the head of the black market intact for One to forward her plans with, but he had still rotted some, if he could learn to recreate them perfectly, he would be able to start murdering economies by proliferating those coins and then suddenly making them disappear.

What a shrewd method it would be.

"Alright then, I suppose it is time for us to part ways" the vampire put her hands on her hips, her three companions off discussing something amongst themselves a distance away.

Loimos was going to head for Weafewand, a place he was certain would pose him lots of problems just manoeuvering in, but it would surely be a good experience, if an undead was really confined within this city, it was certain to a rather powerful mage, King Nitok was a mage himself and he had nurtured many other during his reign, any undead that had learned from him were highly valuable allies.

One of them even was a royal guard, Slotriig had even claimed that he was more powerful than he was, but really, any assistance was welcome, it was a good thing that One was also working on something as well, the more undeads came together to prepare for the arrival of Nitok, the worse it would be for the living.

"Hum, may I see your face, before we part ways and all that?" the vampire tip-toed up to him, showing him big round eyes like a kitten, as though that would accomplish anything.

He slid his mask up, having to put some force into it since it was stuck to his skull by plenty of disgusting bodily fluids and substances that could not be properly described without a full team of experts.

Revealing his putrefied skull and teeth meant for slaughter, the vampire squirmed in place, tightening her fists as though she had to hold back from doing something, to her dismay, Loimos quickly put the mask back on.

"Oh Loimos, you are exactly my type" she said seriously, flattering words addressed to a corpse with thoughts of genocide of all that lives.

"There are plenty of rotten carcasses waiting to come out of hiding for his majesty" he assured her, but she waved his words off and planted a bloody kiss on the mask of moulding cadaver, Loimos felt nothing but if this sort of meaningless activities were going to get her to put her plan into action faster, he would allow it.

Absolutely not shaken in the least, Loimos reminded her of their job as undeads and walked away, the red mark of the kiss still right in his mask, it certainly gave him a less cold vibe, nobody would think that the guy getting kisses was a vile undead after the life of everything alike.

"Did you just say that your type was a corpse?" the desert woman couldn't ignore that statement, even for a vampire that was freaky, she looked genuinely distressed as the images forced themselves in her mind.

"You wouldn't get it" One responded with a smile.

"I sure hope I will never get it!"

"Just you watch, I will teach him about love, and then we'll have lots of half-vampire half-skeletons babies"

"Alright, I am leaving"

"I agree with Two, that crap is too much even by my standards" said the spider monster currently licking an eyeball like it was a delicious candy.

"People like you is why cremation is getting more popular" all three of her colleagues took shots at her before making their way out, soon enough, the empty space where the black market once stood was left deserted.

On his way out of the city, Loimos broke into the businesses he had noticed before and decayed their products and tools for undead purposes, Weafewand may be the closest city on his list but it was still much further than Findpasser had been from the spot he had emerged out of the caverns, he might actually need to get a carriage or horse, which implied learning to drive and ride each one respectively.

For now, he walked into the night, taking the main road as he had before, the beaten path empty of all circulation at the moment, stretched out into the horizon and the night soon turned into day, the deadly heat returning with it, the suns sending down waves of heat even greater than the previous days, to the point that it wouldn't be strange for wildfires to spontaneously begin where the canopy of the countless trees didn't cast deep shadows.

His hand deep into his salt-filled pockets, Loimos was really starting to master his 'lively' walk, looking less like a wandering murderer than before, even if just by a little bit.

Suppressing his stench of death at all times, he was accosted by wild beast and monsters on a few occasions, the sort of monsters that lurked near such roads were rarely very dangerous however, the territorial ones that had used to live around had quickly been killed or push away, and for the simply powerful ones, much the same treatment had befell them.

Roads were goods travelled were an affair of great importance, especially in Tamaris, it wasn't something that could be left to chance, Loimos had no trouble dealing with the few that dared showed up when they saw him moving all by himself.

He passed by multiple villages and settlements, and may have shown some livings there that the other side was a much better place, but for the most part, he moved without stopping at all.

Up until he met a man by the side of the road, the wheel on his carriage had broken beyond repair, and of course, this human tried to ask for some assistance.