Death Guard

In a time long past, during the ominous days of Earth's Middle Ages, a shadow was born from despair and decay, and its name was Nurgle. Grandfather Nurgle, or the Plague Lord, as whispered in the shadows, was not just the manifestation of death and destruction; he was also the echo of rebirth that follows.

Imagine a world clouded by plagues, with the fear of death lingering like a persistent fog. In such a world, Nurgle emerged, drawing strength from every cough, every whimper of pain, and every sigh of hopelessness. While mortals, especially humans, have always been tormented by the inevitability of death, Nurgle thrived on this anguish. But here’s the paradox: Nurgle, the Fly Lord, was not just about ending life. Decay was merely a precursor to new beginnings.

Picture a vast, evergreen forest. As trees age, they shed leaves which decay and provide nutrients for new saplings. In much the same way, Nurgle was the harbinger of both destruction and the subsequent rejuvenation. And in that cycle, he represented not just despair but also perseverance and resilience. Many, in their darkest hours of affliction, turned to him, seeking solace and the strength to endure.

The universe, with its unending expanses, might seem immutable, but Nurgle knew the truth. Everything is transient. The most formidable fortress crumbles, the vibrant youth ages, and fleeting moments of joy give way to lasting regrets. And while he might be the architect of countless epidemics, Nurgle was more than a harbinger of doom. For in death, life finds a way. The carcasses of fallen beasts give rise to thriving ecosystems of tiny creatures. From the darkest despair, the strongest emerge.