If there is one constant to existence, it is decay. All things must bow to entropy in due time. None of the Ruinous Powers understand this better than Nurgle. The Plague God bears a thousand identities – yet to many of his worshippers, he is simply ‘Grandfather’. Beneath the buzz of a million flies, his ever-loyal Maggotkin armies march in order to spread misery and malady, snuffing out hope with rusted blades and foul sorceries.
If you want to help bring Grandfather Nurgle's gifts to the Mortal Realms, then this box is an ideal place to start a new army or swell your existing
