If there is one constant to be found in existence, it is decay. All things must bow to entropy in due time. None of the Ruinous Powers understand this better than Nurgle. Master of the Rotten Carnival, Nurgle bears a thousand identities – yet to his worshippers, he is simply ‘Grandfather’. Beneath the buzz of a million flies do his ever-loyal Maggotkin armies march in order to spread the poison and poxes, snuffing out hope with rusted blade and foul sorceries.