Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Sending forth a blood blade, the vampire once again tried to close the distance, using his death reinforced bone claws, Loimos cut right through the blood attack, continuing his path toward the one who lives in death, who grabbed the skeleton's wrist, effectively stopping the attack.

Loimos followed with another punch, which the vampire also grabbed, but it was the left hand, bursting with bone spikes, now, the traitor couldn't let go of it, reacting like a living at the sight of the gruesome injury, Loimos had plenty of time to repeatedly kick him in the guts, retracting his spikes, the skeleton allowed the vampire to be thrown back, ending up ankle deep in a wide puddle of black blood, which quickly began wrapping up around his legs.

Curiously, the corrosive nature of the blighted blood was utterly absent, Loimos focusing everything on it being durable enough to hold the vampire in place, it was a success, he had to bend down and try to use his hands to free himself, there was no point in him utilising his vampiric blood powers.

Loimos was able to tell when he deflected that first slash and by observing his opponents movements, due to being a disgrace to undead kind, his vampiric powers were pitifully weak, this one was only amounting to anything because it was the blood of Nosferatu that had transformed him, the foetid blood was more potent than the others to begin with, and the special properties of this vampire kind were easily accessible even to the weakest.

Marching through his black blood without being slowed down in the least, Loimos took hold of one of the vampire's arms, getting him into an armlock, preventing him from freeing his legs, grasping the arm strongly, the skeleton wasn't planning on stopping there, twisting the limb in horrendous ways until it started to emit sick cracking noises.

"Wait!

Hold on a second!" finally, the betrayer was considering speaking up, though that didn't even slow down Loimos, ripping his right arm, sending a torrent of blood out of the wound, the fool couldn't even prevent himself from bleeding, truly an embarrassment, he could consider himself lucky that it was Loimos that showed up and not Nosferatu, he would been made to know that being so pitiful was considered a direct insult to the man himself.

"You fucker!" despite not feeling pain, the vampire looked like he was suffering, clearly under the false impression that this sort of injury was actually something to worry about.

"I told you to hold for a second! I am a damned vampire you lowly undead! Listen to what I have to say!" Loimos grabbed his other arm, stretching it out.

The vampire had to come to terms with the fact that the skeleton wasn't giving a single shit about what he had to say, but he couldn't. Experience tales with empire

"I'll tell you everything I kno-" Loimos, wielded the vampire's teared off arm as a club, broke his other arm at the elbow, continuously hammering it without rest until he finally pulled the whole thing off, walking in front of the vampire whilst holding up both of his arms.

Decaying both of the limbs in front of his eyes before turning to the Draugr, who seemed to be struggling to even stand at the moment.

"Artencil, could that one bear any information you are not aware of?" asking the Draugr in a tongue the vampire couldn't understand, Artencil was another advisor of the undead king, not a powerhouse, but a scholar, in charge of settings up arrays outside of battle and creating what Faraday had likened to siege weapons, he had even taken a pledge to forbid himself the learning of offensive spells so as to empower the rest, all to do his job even more efficiently.

But even then, the treacherous vampire had failed to defeat the Draugr, although, Loimos was well aware that the timeline of events was a bit strange, Weafewand was a longstanding city, and the seal encompassing the crypt had to have been just as old as the city, at the very least.

But that would mean that the one that lives in death and Artencil had been struck there for years upon years, maybe even centuries and longer, it seemed unlikely for a corpse that thought itself alive to hold out for so long, he reacted adversely to being harmed after all, this fool could never handle so much time passing.

"Just one that thought it judicious to follow in Sun-Walker's footsteps" the vampire couldn't understand any of what was being said, but he felt like it wasn't anything in his favour, beginning to panic, he thrashed around, doing his best to break free of the hold of the black blood, but by now, the vile liquid had already reached up to his waist and solidified its grip, simultaneously durable and stretchy, there was no way for the vampire to hope to escape its grasp.

Especially after letting most of his blood flow out of his body, he was weakened.

Having received an answer from the ancient undead, Loimos revealed his bone claws once more, stabbing them through the vampire's eyes and injecting a continuous stream of black blood into his body, this time, the excessively corrosive kind.

Reducing his body to mush was enough to get rid of one of such undeads, decaying what remained and absorbing what little death force he possessed sealed the deal for certain.

Loimos moved up to the draugr and explained his presence here.

"Are we nearing our grand return?" seemingly unable to stand up at the moment, Artencil spoke up.

"We are" Loimos confirmed.

"This crypt we are in, it is of my own invention, and so was the seal on the outside, the place we are currently in is actually deep underground, the specificity aren't easy nor simple to explain, however, you could say that the inside of the crypt was paralysed, it is like the time of I and that vampire had been stopped, though it really was just that we were put in something like a coma, unlike him however, I am well aware that a long time as passed" explained the Draugr, finally managed to stand on his legs.

"I have already met with Faraday and Slotriig, the seal of the former is on its way to be broken, Irmandos fell victim to life" Loimos gave a quick overview of where they currently stood.

"I am currently weakened, and wouldn't be of much use either way, but I shall begin to amass troops for our king, destroy the seal entirely after you come out, this will ensure that no other will be able to use it to travel here" dusting his tattered robes, Artencil suddenly seemed much more focused, certainly feeling invigorated at the prospect of a return of the king.

Loimos didn't respond and instead executed the demand, Artencil may not be a powerful undead, but he was an undead with history, if he said that he could gather troops, then it wasn't to be doubted.

The skeleton stepped out of the seal, and as instructed, decayed the entire thing, finding no trace of the clay structure he had been in moments ago.

Now, what was the joyful mass murderer up to?