Maggotkin of Nurgle

Nurgle is the Chaos God of plagues, whose power waxes strong when disease and despair ravage the Mortal Realms. Though he is a source of fear and revulsion to his enemies, Nurgle is a perversely paternal god, generous with his foul gifts and proud of his worshippers’ every disgusting achievement. His armies, both mortal and daemon, bulge with virulent boons. The twisted and disfigured, the spiteful and forsaken, the hopelessly insane – these Maggotkin spread the joyous filth and bountiful contagions, hoping to turn the whole of the Mortal Realms into a single garden of beautiful putrescence.

The Great Unclean Ones are Nurgle’s mightiest daemons. Towering over their enemies, these living hillocks of rotting flesh lumber across the battlefield swinging their rusted weapons, vomiting streams of filth and unleashing diseased magics upon the foe. Great Unclean Ones are terrifying when roused to wrath, wading through enemy ranks, crushing foes beneath their bulk and pulping survivors with their enormous swords and flails. Some toll rusted summoning bells to draw forth fresh daemons, while others unleash terrible outbreaks of magical plague.

Gnarled and leathery like a rotted apple left too long in the sun, Horticulous Slimux is a pragmatic and humourless being with a no-nonsense approach to battle and gardening alike. Sat astride his lumbering molluscoid steed – known affectionately to Horticulous as Mulch – the Gardener ploughs ever onward, tilling the foetid soil with his Gruntleplough and casting an experienced eye over the festering flora all around him. In battle, Horticulous conjures the power of Nurgle’s garden and ushers it into reality, overrunning sites of sorcerous power with its boundless fecundity.

Enormous, bloated warriors, festering with pustules and plague, the Putrid Blightkings are the favoured mortal servants of Nurgle. Blessed with the bite of the daemonfly, these rotting murderers lumber into battle with their tocsins tolling. Possessed of a shockingly deceptive speed, they wield scythes, mauls, axes and flails with a skill that belies their form.

High-ranking Plaguebearers are known amongst the Daemon legions as Plague Drones, a title that conveys commendable humility. These overseers of Nurgle’s realm ride into realspace mounted upon Rot Flies – colossal daemonic insects whose appearance is so repugnant it scars the mind.

Plaguebearers are the rank and file of Nurgle's legions. These loathsome Lesser Daemons are crafted from the blighted soul-stuff of mortals who have been slain by Nurgle's Rot. A Plaguebearer carries the marks of Nurgle's Rot through eternity. What little of its skin that can be seen beneath the discharge of innumerable sores tinged with suppurant greens and vile browns.

The mightiest servants of the Dark Gods are blessed with monstrous power and life unending amongst the Slaves to Darkness. Each Daemon Prince was once a devoted servant of Chaos, whose actions in life have earned him blessings beyond counting and elevation to daemonhood.

Spoilpox Scriveners are responsible for ensuring that the Plaguebearers of their Tallyband do not shirk. They record the number of diseases counted by the Plaguebearers, using scritching quills made from the tail feathers of a Lord of Change, while verbally browbeating all around them. Spoilpox Scriveners are sullen and spiteful creatures, who long to catch their fellows out with a mistake – or better still, record enough wrongdoing to punish them with the dread fate of the Chortling Murrain.

Plague-ridden, diseased and festering, Daemons of Nurgle spread terrible miasmas and rotting, fuming death across the mortal realms in the name of their benevolent god. They consider their choking plagues to be a gift from Grandfather Nurgle, and the gurgling cries of their victims are interpreted as thankful praise.