Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

The first punitive expedition led by Loimos and his soldiers ended on a most gruesome spectacle, as one might have expected, Maliah knew many ways to force a giant foe to its knees and it thus took many hours before the demonstration was finally over, The Death Dealer brought out blades built for extensive torture, healing the wounds it left behind.

As the butchering was taking place, Loimos had been explaining exactly why what they were witnessing worked out, in the end, the island had been made into a land of death, the goblins and creatures that populated turned into undeads, miasma shrouding the land mass like a concealing veil, having experienced all of this, the soldiers and knights were brought back to the mainland, where they were made to overlook the training of more soldiers.

The quarters of Loimos were expansive, alongside the regular soldiers and knights meant to make up the bulwark of his striking forces, other undeads were also being trained in more precise roles, the naturally spawned undead beasts and monsters obviously had to be put into other directions, but the effects of Loimos influence could set into motion transformations for those that served him, the pure undead himself was a master of many things, and his followers, short of being capable of specialising in so many different fields, chose certain things to focus upon. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

In time, it would give rise to a great variety of warriors types, and unique combatants, the first two Loimosian knights had already given rise to distincts types amidst this supposed to be simple rank, it seemed that their difference in main sword hand had been taken as something of much greater importance that it was, now called the left and right hand of Loimos, they were already developing different battle arts.

Although it was only due to chance, Loimos saw no issues with this, it created a little competition between the two groups, that should allow for some greater progress, already a few more knights wielding different weapons had appeared, the putrid skeleton had made the first batch of his forces into trainers for a reason however.

His time was spent between finding ways to enhance Loimosfire, studying the Lithitree in greater details and fashioning tools for his own forces and all that served undeath.

Many were very interested in the tree of death, not only did it converge the aspects of many plants into one, it provided a boost to all undeads, the blessing stronger the closer they were, and as such, lots of the undeads were trying to find ways to grow more of them.

Loimos had tested to see if it was possible to grow more himself, but he could only manifest one that would not last eternally, there was only one that could be made this way, but the Lithitree was not yet providing seeds that could grow.

Instead, the plant enthusiast diverted their attentions to the many other unique flora born from Loimos's festering death, indeed, the undeads had many preoccupations at the moment, and time was very relative to them, Loimos eventually moved to do something else, the progress on his black flame was steadily improving, and he also made developments into something that he was currently on his way to being put into use on the terrain.

Standing upon the deck of a much smaller ship than last time, this one was also faster and spewing death infused waters and miasma, apart from the conductor, the pure undead was accompanied by a familiar face.

An expert of the maritime scene, body rugged and rough, a pale blue-grey, a featureless visage, carrying the spear with a pointy crystal as a blade still, Poitirus, The Mistborn was not quite the same as when Loimos had left him, Loimos had given him a rather sizable promotion, from guardian of a a single lake, to guardian of the death-touched waters, the pure undead was trusting him with leading the undead marine creatures, not only that, but his transformation into one of the dead had allowed for him to gain more power.

Poitirus was a lord upon water and mist, so even if no longer alive, he still retained authority over the living beasts that dwelled within both, making him a great choice to watch the oceans, rivers, lakes and other watery places.

A small cloak over his shoulders and crooked back, a small crown of crystal sitting upon the head, Poitirus emitted his mist, now entangled with miasma, but considering the sheer surface area that he would have to cover, Loimos prepared special miasma generators, which copied the mistborn's own special mist, they were to be planted at the bottom of the ocean, the combination of Loimos's dark miasma and Poitirus's mist should make for a death fog that the undead associated with the marine would find especially comfortable to move in.

The putrid skeleton believed that in time, the mistborn could be made into a bonafide minor lord, and perhaps even a gravelord, he had already been powerful in life, and by giving him a prominent role over the wide waters of the undead empire, he should only keep going up.

Both of the undeads leapt off the ship, many miasma generators following behind them, first thing first, they began by the shores of the mainland, already conquered thanks to Vespertillo, it was still necessary to not leave it untouched, here however, they could make full use of the assistance of the undeads that lurked down there, so the placement of generators in this area was relatively rapid.

But even then, both discovered that Loimos's repressive work upon the island would not be enough to rid the area of the living entirely, indeed, this world was a simple one, not only could the oceans go deeper than the skies could get high, but caverns existed below too, flooded mountains, pockets of water that carried different qualities, different pressures, areas without the liquid existed below as well, small living populations inhabiting some, with no clue that what was above them was an ocean, they had their own stars and suns below for some even.

Truly, Loimos would have to scour the various layers of clouds for dwellings of the living there was well, this would call for methods to make his warriors fly, they were well hidden, they were everywhere, like rodents to an abandoned home, every nook and cranny could house a variety of them, the livings had invested all amount of spaces, Loimos's work seemed to always extend further.

And that was without counting the other continents, which would surely pose immense problems to properly conquer.

At the moment however, as he swam into not-yet conquered places, he had to deal with the abject creatures living there.