Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Loimos was preparing for lengthy invasions, lengthy occupations of living lands, to take upon places where death might normally struggle to reach, to this end, the pure undead taught his soldiers how to be feared, and how to be beloved by the living populations, how to be alongside them, which was why his rank and files, and main knights were entirely veiled, hiding their undeath, trained in building their own camps and fortifications, smiths and various other non-combat professions were taught to them in simple amounts, alongside the presence of actual experts.

Their leader, Loimos could do all of this with his rot in the blink of an eye, but his forces were meant to be capable of operating on their own, the culling of the islands all around Viridis was set to impart all of those ideas, the forces present with him here, still of a small amount, would pass on this rich experience upon those that would join them later on.

Once all that had had been trapped within the habitations died by the flames, only two remained, the young man that had graciously led them there as well as the chieftain of this modest group, who had been kept alive for another lesson from General Loimos, the first being about the livings from area to conquer that cooperated with them.

The champion grabbed the young man by the head, lifting him off the ground, showing him to all of his men, explaining what sort of archetype this living fell in.

"This would be a collaborator, this one is of low-value, and will soon be killed considering that the island is an already conquered region" he dropped the youth, who was then taken away by one of the two Loimosian knights, the sound of something falling and rolling sounding out not long after.
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"When we will take on larger regions, or continents, it is important to keep those alive, make them feel like they have achieved safety through betrayal, let them be seen by their fellows, let them flaunt their supposed allyship to us, this shall encourage more to defect as they realise that we hold the advantage, this will cause strife amidst the ranks of our enemies, distrust and paranoia, they are to be kept alive until they no longer serve any purpose, until there is no more enemy to poison with doubt and thoughts of treachery" he explained, envisioning conquest upon lands where death's influence was weak.

Obviously, if the undead could exert their full might, there was little point into engaging into such a tactic, simply spread the miasma and be done with it, but Loimos was well aware that Viridis had been a success because it had been divided, had the entire continent united like it did during the first war prior to the assault of the undead, a lengthy war would have ensued, many more heroes and champions would have risen, life would have progressed at fulgurous speeds.

Other continent certainly suspected something already, even though the nature of this world meant that many suns and areas that broke all rules of another existed alongside one another, Luminary Nitok's black sun casted its veil of utter darkness far and wide, even so close to Viridis, a mere island had its very own sun, and it had been affected.

The living, the sapient golems and pure spirits, all that was not fueled by death force, would surely prepare and find ways to counter the encroaching miasma, or ways to bar the dead from approaching entire continents, focused on their survival, foes that were not easily brought down by brute force alone.

It was all necessary for his men to know, Loimos was the spearhead of the undead empire, he was death's champion, and thus, each and every undead directly under his command had to be champions themselves, no matter how weak they may be individually.

He grabbed the elder next, last survivor of the intelligent species on this small stretch of land, he made sure not to tear his wrinkled head off his feeble neck, lifting him up as well, he explained something else.

"This type of living is also to be kept alive, at least at first, that is a leader, they are valuable bargaining chips alongside a few others that we will soon go over, but leaders in particular are to be kept alive, show other lords and kings that we are not barbarians and can be reasoned with, if they realise that they were no match for our strength, they will attempt negotiations and cease fighting, allowing us to settle more firmly, and perhaps even turn livings against one another by making them into temporary allies"

"On the other hand, they can be used as examples in grandiose executions if it is required to intimidate either other leaders, or the population they used to rule over, any questions?" he threw the chieftain to one of his knights, the fate being the same as that of the young man.

Although they all appeared perfectly stoic, to be on this expedition, the undeads that Loimos had gathered and trained had to be capable of expressing themselves fluently in both the pale and death tongue, but the pale tongue was of little use for now, the islanders were separate from Viridis, the gift of comprehension that allowed all to understand one another was not functioning anymore.

But it could taken a hold of, considering that the gods responsible for the gift had also been kicked from the plane alongside all of the other deities by the heretical flame a long time ago, so it was not a question of whether or not it could be taken for a ride beyond its intended reaches, it was just a matter of who could do it.

Loimos held a favourable position with death, he did not use simple holy death, but divine death for his holy attacks, one might say that death liked him especially much, so seizing something divine was not too difficult for him, especially when nothing and no one was stopping him from.

It was like trying to grab something atop a shelf, Loimos just happened to be tall enough, others might require a chair to stand upon, and as efficient as he was, the project to make trinkets carrying this most useful blessing was already in action.

Every single one of his soldiers raised their hands, most just had the same questions, but it was still a good thing that they were so utterly engaged in everything he said, the greater majority of them were naturally created undeads, so they had no prior memories or knowledge from past lives to go off of.

He spent much time answering all of their interrogations.