Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead-Chapter 399 Remnants

After much observation, the remnants of Tamaris's life discovered that the Emerald Realm was inhabited by only one nation, but within which there were two distincts belief systems, wandering around the wilderness, the wildlife seemed rather simple, few monsters were to be found, and even less that were actually aggressive in any capacity, the actually dangerous ones were easily avoided, and they were better left alone as one of the two populations worshipped beasts, fighting and killing such beasts was a sacred rite that was not done on a whim.

Although understanding the language of those people was not easy, the beast worshippers were easily swayed thanks to the presence of Poho, the talent holder in smithing, as a bearfolk, he had aspect of an animal directly upon his body, which was something those people sought after in their practices, and also thanks to Mamiel, talent holder in taming, giving her a close connection to beasts.

Thanks to those two, forming a good connection with those folks was achieved without much of a hurdle, although their practices could seem a bit odd, and perhaps even horrific in certain aspects, everyone kept their mouth shut on this, now was not a time to make enemies of the locals.

As for the other half of the population, they also worshipped something of their own, but instead of the beasts population the land, it was up that they discovered something worth following, the emerald sun that gave this realm all of its personality, as such, it was religion that ruled this realm completely, which might explain why other conducts of power felt so odd to use, or it could just be the fact that a realm could have it own rules, nobody could just know for certain.

The followers of the emerald sun were otherwise more spiritual and approachable than their fellows, Antieeld in particular was managing to pick up their language quite quickly.

"Each of the two religions have three main castes each, forming a sort of triangle each, with one above the other two, the highest rank achievable according to their beliefs" dressed in her stitched back together white uniform, left side of the face now adorned with a large, black eyepatch, covering a large portion as the wound she had suffered was rather lengthy, Minli was always worried that it might become infected and considering that it had somewhat grazed the commandant's skull, it would be immediately bad it that were to occur.

"Ah, so they mirror one another…" remarked Helena, only a few faint bruises remained upon her face, standing as one of the least injured of the troop.

"Indeed, for the beast worshippers, in the lower portion, they have the beast followers and beast sorcerers, both of which gain their abilities and strength via enlightenment of some sort, deepening their understanding of beasts seem to have that effect on them, even going as far as transforming some…"

"So warriors and mages?

What about the higher caste?" Milo asked, sitting down on the grass, they had established a small camp amidst the tall grass, to the right of their position, the sun worshippers lived mostly in tall tower that seemed to defy gravity, obviously trying to get closer to the object of their faith, to the left, the beast worshippers lived mostly in tightly packed towns, close to nature, although the two populations seemed to overlap a fair bit.

The refugees of Tamaris had feared that the two were at odds with one another, but as far as they could see, they went along well, oddly well some might add, in the end, both were of the same species, and from the looks of it, both beliefs had developed alongside one another.

"The Divine Dancing Priestesses, they are the highest caste of the beast worshippers, I was told that their dances can bend nature to their will, they channel aspects of beasts so firmly they hardly look like the people they once were, I have heard" no one had ever seen one of those, ever, although supposedly rather numerous, the bulk of them moved to a more sacred ground, some sort of pilgrimage. Experience new tales on novelbuddy

"Only priestesses?" Hoffnu, the talent holder in the handling of a sword, walked over, still a bit wobbly from having her spine displaced by Loimos.

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"Apparently not only, but they are apparently much more likely to achieve the requirement to become divine dancers" Antieeld almost lifted her eyepatch to scratch an itch, but the commandant was stopped right in her track by Minli's harsh glare, much like a honey badger, one would better not provoke this small-sized girl.

It was like she had eyes in the back of her head, even as she checked up on everyone's wounds, making sure that nothing had gone wrong, changing bandages and applying oils and the likes, thankfully, she had help from Spula, the talent holder in alchemy, this lanky woman who always smelled of herbs had been having a great time discovering completely new ingredients and coming up with novel recipes, which also aided Minli.

All help was welcome, as the wounds she had to look over were mostly severe.

Ansonio, Poho, Mamiel, Spula and Liebeln were unhurt as they had participated in any sort of combat.

Hoffnu had almost nearly lost the ability to walk, Antieeld had lost an eye, Molc had somehow survived after having his chest and face nearly shredded, Menhirel had lost her left hand, Marl's throat had suffered permanent damage, Merno had had his eyes rendered to notice but gooey pieces, he would never recover his sight and had to wear a blindfold to protect the injury from anything that could get stuck in there.

As for the elemental champions…

Alosfit had lost his left leg, everything beneath the knee was gone.

Defoim'nocle had lost her right arm, similarly missing below the elbow.

Forven had had one of his arms broken, but thankfully, it would heal back, though it had been close to requiring an amputation.

Filiusorci's rib had almost all been broken or otherwise damaged, his face bearing deep scars, he had to not breathe too deeply lest he enter a world of pain.

Dasato had endured an explosion at point-blank, most of her chest shredded away, regrowing the flesh would require some time, without the bandages, one would be able of seeing bones and lungs at work.

Neige had lost half of her face, similarly exposing what should be kept protected beneath flesh and skin, Poho was working on a mask to properly protect that portion as bandages were rather crude due to the extent of the damage.

Both of Msir's wrists had been broken, but Loimos had been rather clean with it, some time would be needed before she regained her dexterity, but it was better than losing her hands completely.

But despite all of those gruesome, and everlasting wounds, the worst toll had been taken on their spirits, the pure undead had truly etched a mark of fear in their souls, they had basically been powerless to do anything.

The thought of the vile corpse only brought disgust to Antieeld.

"Well… As I was saying, the sun worshippers also have three castes…" it was best not to linger on too much on the past for now, they had things to do in the present, things that did not involve Loimos one bit, even if his existence never exited their minds.