The Challenges of Chaos
Rulek rolled his shoulders, the wounds cleaved into his flesh were closest with the winds of loose souls spiralling from the multitude of bodies - both barely living and dead. The furies shrieking and swooping, ravenous to mindlessly catch the howling spirits. A fluttering cloud of teeth and wings flying around the Daemon Prince before he swatted them aside. A small bundle squirming and nipping at his talons, the draconic-faced prince crushed them like oversized insects and devoured their shaped cavaders. Their essence devoured all the same!
“Nurgle!” He called out to the thunderous heavens, arms out in offering of this battle’s aftermath. His legionnaires of mortals and daemonic alike were gathering the living whilst more weary furies and warhounds were chasing cowards. “I call onto the unbending fortitude, their corpses are to be left out in the sun. Bring your bounty of flies and disease to swell their pallid flesh! Their meat to spoil and maggots to feast! I bring my offers of death and rotting multitude to you this day! Bestow my worthy with your strength, fill their wounds and strengthen their joints!”
As the Prince of Chaos called out to the Rot-Lord, the wind carried a deep groan as if the mountains themselves were suffering a sickness. It was sickly-sweet and ripe, carried a foulness that several immediately recognized. Their patron-gods protected their truly devout, those of waning or questioning weren’t so fortunate. The mutation to touch their flesh were slow and insidious, several may never know what they have been gifted until death. Others were howling, roaring and twisting as Nurgle blessed the festering and weak-willed.
Among them, Rulek chuckles as he pulled the winds onto himself. His body swelled and flexed, forcing the burning wounds with the weep of worthless puss to plap onto the snow-covered earth, sinking and become seeds of corruption. Thorns pushing under his skin, lining his arms and shoulders. Wings flapped once, thrusting the blight-wind onto the quivering corpses as they were exhuming an acceleration of decay.
The sight of these foolish men of Sarl becoming animated. More and more, the air was becoming fogged of corpse-fog, their flesh becoming green and pockmarking or swelling in pussules. Squirming nests of maggots and other daemonic-invented beings was pushing out in freedom, becoming pupae or immediately set to fly. The clattering chitins of dung-browns and greens flying around their conjurer, the utter offense in the thralls of Misrule as their souls were corrupted, pulled for the aether beyond the north in a hallowing scream.
Rulek felt the Eye of Nurgle upon him. He knew, by the twisting knots and feverish bloom in his gut and chest was a passing adoring for the Undivided child. A simple touch and it manifested into mutation as his great wings both swelled and withered like a wasting illness, the magics of the Grandfather strengthened his shared champion. Veins crawling outwards the discolored hide and the prince inhaled deep in the sickly storm, then he surged.
A vision.
A sight through that of a blighted crow flying over the Seas of Claws and Chaos, from the isles bewitx Britonnia and the New World beyond.
Ships bearing the sails of intertwined comets upon weathered golds and few heavier cousins, barnacle-rusted and marked dark with a tri-marked syringe…a jovial man swollen of disease and canker smiling right at the crow with his noseless skull, bowed by a massive cauldron upon his back stirred by a happy giggling familiar.
Now Nurgle desires to challenge his pup. Will he survive Festus’ visit?
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iñaki godoy studied luffyology at the esteemed monkey d'university. he graduated top of his class. latin honors. he's on his way to get a phd. oops wait he's already got it. my god. the talent on this young man. he's got that natural troublemaker face. the class clown at the back of the class kind of energy. a kid who's hiding something in his hand. u take one glance at this guy and u know he's not up to no good. but would u follow him anyway? are u kidding me. look at him. of course u would.
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