Though the Garden of Nurgle does share certain commonalities with gardens and jungles on planets in realspace, it still is not a worldly garden in any sane sense. A visitor in this bizarre and perilous realm doesn't walk from this place to that. They experience what needs to be experienced. Even the Daemons that tend the Garden of Nurgle are not really what might be thought of as a work force that arrives at a place, does a job, and then leaves for other regions. All around this house, trees made of bone bear fruit that rots even as it swells. The leafless boughs of these ancient trees provide shelter for Daemonic birds th This gift, regardless of the form it takes, opens eyes even as it liquefies them. It simultaneously atrophies the leg muscles of its recipients and gives them the strength to march toward a greater purpose. It is Nurgle's great ambition to speed this universe toward its ultimate end by eroding the foundations of reality much as a disease can erode the spirits and bodies of those infected. Through his careful and ceaseless experimentations, begun within his wondrous Garden in the Realm of Chaos and then unleashed throughout the galaxy, the pillars that support the framework of existence are slowly but surely weakened.

Compared to the other Chaos Gods, many of Nurgle's followers worship him by no choice of their own. The taint of Nurgle spreads readily among beasts and humanoids alike, and the awful arcane illness known as Nurgle's Rot may strike even the strongest person and cause him or her to be outcast as a leper. Despite the nature of his influence, Nurgle takes an interest in the victims of the diseases he unleashes (which he considers to be "gifts"), jovially caring for them in a manner similar to a loving grandfather; for which reason he is frequently referred to as "Grandfather Nurgle" by his servants. This also causes some that would have otherwise never been infected to seek out disease and even poison themselves to earn his favour.

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In return, Nurglites are completely immune to these diseases, or any disease, and their rotting bodies also become physically robust, capable of withstanding injuries and damage that would destroy even those enjoying the most robust health. Slaanesh would see all of existence turned into a playground in which he and his minions could eternally explore new delights. Khorne desires nothing more than to claim every skull and drop of blood to use as the mortar with which to build the foundations of his new kingdom. Tzeentch surely has his own plans for what a twisted reality reshaped in his image would look like, but he has not shared what that might be. Perhaps he does not even know himself. To Nurgle, these alternatives are indistinguishable -- self-indulgent fantasies with no sense of greater purpose or understanding of the nature of things. To him, the ambitions of the others seem small. The stems of half-Daemonic plants wave of their own accord, unstirred by the insect-choked air. Their colours puncture the gloom; havens of cheeriness in a dismal woodland. Human-featured beetles flit along the banks of sluggish, muddy rivers. Reeds rattle, whispering the names of the poxes inflicted upon the worlds of mortals by Great Nurgle or lamenting those that have died from the caress of their creator. Cultists exist to spread the corruption of their god, Nurgle’s in particular. His most devoted servants carry plagues and worse the world over, infiltrating towns and armies to use their very bodies as fuel for the spread of His glorious gifts. These Plague Cultists exist purely for that purpose, outside of the normal deployment of Cultists.Unlikely to outpace other cavalry on over-large, infected toads, but they’ll give it their best shot. The struggle to forestall decay moves people to action. It motivates them to greatness. It gives them hope that better times lie ahead; endless possibilities in a universe that seemingly knows only certain crushing doom. It is the Plague Lord that brings light to the darkness. It is Nurgle that gives weak mortals the strength to resist the lies of the Ecclesiarchy and others. It is the embracing Grandfather Nurgle who encourages his followers to defy the doom of mortal corruption, and instead use it as a source of strength and inspiration. See, see what happens when you aren’t nice to a Beast of Nurgle? Look what you did. You gave it anxiety. Keeper of Secrets • Herald of Slaanesh ( Infernal Enrapturess) • Daemonette • Seeker Chariot of Slaanesh • Fiend • Steed of Slaanesh • Seekers • Hate-Angel • Contorted Epitome • Lady of the Voids • Ruination of Imperfect Beauty