Think about, if you’ll, that there was a Chaos God of pimple popping movies, of meals waste bins left deserted over summer time holidays, of offal left in a serial killer’s drain. That god can be Nurgle, the Lord of Decay: probably the most joyful, attentive, and ubiquitous of the Ruinous Powers.
On the face of it, Nurgle is straightforward to grasp: a repulsive eruption of flies, pus, boils, illness, rot, blisters, and buboes. Disgust given type. However he’s extra than simply the Lord of Plagues. Of all of the Darkish Gods, Nurgle is the probably to affect the peculiar lives of mortals. Khorne’s worship, as an example, is proscribed to these obsessive about bloodshed. Tzeentch appeals to those that want energy, change, and self-advancement. Slaanesh is for the sexy.
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In contrast, most peculiar folks will finally really feel Nurgle’s presence. He embodies the fixed cycle of loss of life and rebirth that defines all issues—the personification of the worry of mortality and decay, as we face the rolling wheel of time that may, finally, grind us all to mud. He’s a beneficiant god, too, eager to bestow the fruits of his cursed labours on wealthy and poor alike. Whereas his nice rival, Tzeentch, is obsessive about change, Nurgle teaches us to embrace the numbing inevitability of despair; to face decay and debasement with a giant, rotting grin. And that’s why many bothered mortals, determined to ease their struggling, flip to him.
Nurgle’s fascination with the plight of lesser beings units him other than his brothers. Of all of the Chaos gods, he has the least curiosity of their Nice Sport of supremacy. They view Nurgle like a cheerful fool, derailing their darkish planning classes with anecdotes about illnesses and infections—the Chaos equal of a chatty fool on a Zoom name. However Nurgle is affected person and the unfold of his affect is inevitable. And when his plagues begin erupting in all places, he has the capability to surpass even Khorne in power and affect. Contagion, reasonably than brotherly competitiveness, is what motivates Nurgle, however he does really feel enmity. Khorne’s reckless urges are at odds with Nurgle’s affected person, nurturing nature. Slaanesh’s torpour revolts the perpetually industrious Plague Lord. And he has a particular hatred for Tzeentch: whereas Nurgle delights in gradual decay and stagnation, the Changer of Methods has the endurance of an insulin-resistant toddler in a bun store.
Maybe due to this, Nurgle is just like the dad of the Ruinous Powers. Not within the sense that he gained’t allow you to modify the thermostat—extra that he holds a fatherly regard for all his plagues, poxes, and infections. Those that embrace the Lord of Pestilence’s items willingly are granted unholy resilience. They’re nonetheless bothered with illness, however as a substitute of killing them it makes them stronger. Granted, they could seem like their flesh will slough off on the first sturdy gust of wind, however in actuality, true followers of Nurgle can shrug off most mortal wounds.
This sickening resilience is mirrored within the military roster, which lollops in direction of the enemy line with the identical grim inevitability that defines Nurgle. On the head of his forces you’ll usually discover a Nice Unclean One: huge, corpulent lots of rotting flesh and erupting monstrosities, able to battering enemy forces and casting potent spells. Hordes of delighted, jittering Nurglings roll into battle forward of the principle line: tiny, malevolent, ankle-biting monstrosities who’re as entertaining as they’re obscene. And the place different armies have quick cavalry, Nurgle has Plague Toads: baggage of baggage of brackish filth who can pulverise lighter items with their disgusting bulk. The texture of the military is encapsulated horribly by the Beast of Nurgle: principally an over-friendly labrador manufactured from medical waste. It craves consideration and is determined to make new mates—in all probability as a result of all its earlier mates had been crushed, poisoned, or crushed whereas being poisoned.
Why would you need to play as Nurgle? Since you need to waddle inexorably in direction of your enemies, gleeful within the data that they’ll’t do something worse to you than your daemonic patron already has. Since you need to smother your foes with cankerous flesh and choke them with buzzing flies. As a result of Nurgling acrobatics. And also you’ll do all of it with a smile in your face, rot in your coronary heart, and the sound of clanging bells within the place the place your ears can be in the event that they hadn’t rotted and fallen off. Thanks, Grandfather Nurgle.