>>2367322
>SLAANESH
THE THOUSAND CALLS OF SLAANESH

>>2367332
Wait i forgot what happened last thread.
I'm switching to > TZEENTCH

>>2367322
>SLAANESH
I'm sure THIS stoner kid will last longer than 5 mintutes.

>>2367322

>UNDIVIDED

If someone rolls a 1 and kills this one I'm giving up

> NURGLE

>>2367340
You had one job chaos....

>>2367322
Nurgle

>>2367345

Don't blame me, blame the asshole who just HAD to come in and roll that 1 and kill our up and coming cult leader

>>2367322
>SLAANESH

>>2367322
>> NURGLE

>>2367322
> NURGLE

>>2367347
Actually, Swapping to Tzeentch like >>2367337

>>2367322
>NURGLE
Fuck it, I'll switch, not enough nurlge stuff anyway, if any

>>2367340

I'll just save everybody some time and switch to Nurgle.

Biological warfare a go

>>2367380
>>2367378
>>2367360
>>2367357
>>2367344

Alright Blackman we have five for Papa Nurgle

>>2367322
>> NURGLE
Can we be a plague marine?

>>2367394
Let's be a dropped out med student/unfairly dissmissed doctor this time, the irony would be fun. I think that would technically make us a bio specialized trch priest but we don't have to be depending on the world.

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>>2367337
>>2367363

Two votes for TZEENTCH!

>>2367352

One vote for SLAANESH!

>>2367344
>>2367357
>>2367360
>>2367378
>>2367380
>>2367403

Six votes for NURGLE!

You are a disciple of despair, a priest of plague, a humble servant of Nurgle! Now what is your race?

> Human: You're pure as pure gets, least 'till the Warp has its way! A bit boring, but balanced and not HERETICAL by virtue of existing, which can be nice.
> Psyker: You're a human, except your soul is HUGE and you have magical mind powers! They're dangerous as fuck to use, but still!
> Mutant: You're a mutant, and have some SICK nasty wriggly bits but you're gonna have a hard time getting started, at least at first.

>>2367430
Human: You're pure as pure gets, least 'till the Warp has its way! A bit boring, but balanced and not HERETICAL by virtue of existing, which can be nice.

>>2367408

Maybe an imperial guard medic who was a bit TOO obsessed with death? Mengele?

>>2367430


> Psyker: You're a human, except your soul is HUGE and you have magical mind powers! They're dangerous as fuck to use, but still!

>>2367430
>Psyker: You're a human, except your soul is HUGE and you have magical mind powers! They're dangerous as fuck to use, but still!
Didn't really get to do anything with psyker powers last soooo

>>2367436
Hmm, Imperial guard medic sounds cool, but I still want the whole "falsely charged, then turns". Maybe he was accused of cowardice or failing to save an officer despite doing everything he could, aboit to be executed, and saved last minute by an attack or commotion while giving his soul to chaos unwittingly in a fit of rage, vengeance, and a desperate need to survive?

>>2367430
>Psyker: You're a human, except your soul is HUGE and you have magical mind powers! They're dangerous as fuck to use, but still!

>>2367430
>> Human: You're pure as pure gets, least 'till the Warp has its way! A bit boring, but balanced and not HERETICAL by virtue of existing, which can be nice.

>>2367430
>Human: You're pure as pure gets, least 'till the Warp has its way! A bit boring, but balanced and not HERETICAL by virtue of existing, which can be nice.

>>2367430

> Human: You're pure as pure gets, least 'till the Warp has its way! A bit boring, but balanced and not HERETICAL by virtue of existing, which can be nice.

Who needs sorcery when you've got syphilis?

>>2367435
>>2367496
>>2367511
>>2367577

You're a baseline human, one among trillions. Almost nothing in the grand scheme of things, you're the ideal Nurglite devotee and have come to terms with your insignificance. But what kind of human are you?

> Heretical Citizen: A humble peasant, working for a war effort you'd never seen, you've decided to turn your labor toward a worthier cause.
> Traitor Guard: Formerly a member of the Imperial Guard, a footsoldier in the Emperor's numberless legions, now you fight for a higher purpose.
> Dark Priest: Once one of the Emperor's most faithful, as an adept of the church you spread his doctrine, but have done the unthinkable, and abandoned the gilded throne for a deity worth worshiping.

>>2367603
>Traitor Guard: Formerly a member of the Imperial Guard, a footsoldier in the Emperor's numberless legions, now you fight for a higher purpose.

>>2367603
> Dark Priest: Once one of the Emperor's most faithful, as an adept of the church you spread his doctrine, but have done the unthinkable, and abandoned the gilded throne for a deity worth worshiping.

>>2367603
>> Heretical Citizen: A humble peasant, working for a war effort you'd never seen, you've decided to turn your labor toward a worthier cause.

>>2367603

> Traitor Guard: Formerly a member of the Imperial Guard, a footsoldier in the Emperor's numberless legions, now you fight for a higher purpose.

>>2367603
>> Traitor Guard: Formerly a member of the Imperial Guard, a footsoldier in the Emperor's numberless legions, now you fight for a higher purpose.

>>2367603
>Nurgle is the Chaos God most directly involved with the plights of mortals, particularly humans who suffer so acutely from a fear of death, perhaps the oldest fear of that species. While Nurgle is the God of Death and Decay, he is also the God of Rebirth. Decay is simply one part of the cycle of life, without which no new life could grow. In the same way, Nurgle is also the God of Perseverance and Survival. While those who wish to spread decay and corruption are certainly amongst his followers, there are also those who wish to endure, to become resilient enough to handle the difficulties and opportunities presented by an uncaring universe. Many of those affected by Nurgle's poxes usually turn to him in order to escape the pain caused by sickness and disease.

Just thought this might help people get to know abit more about nurgle.

>>2367322
>setting what might be some kind of record
Cosgrove's legendary Bleach Quest back on /tg/.
Full. Kubo.

>>2367603
>Traitor Guard: Formerly a member of the Imperial Guard, a footsoldier in the Emperor's numberless legions, now you fight for a higher purpose.

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>>2367631
.....link or it didn't happen

>>2367605
>>2367612
>>2367613

You are a Traitor Guard, once a proud soldier of the Emperor, you lend your las gun to further Nurgle's endless love. In the beginning, which world shall be first to receive the gifts of the putrescent Plaguefather?

> Feral World: They say some of the Imperium is backward, but this place is positively primal! Nomads in the stone age are about what amounts to civilization here, it'll be easy enough to corrupt, but you'll have a hard time getting off-world once you do.
> Feudal World: Nobility, knights, and peasant levies galore, this world's in the late iron age and shit is archaic! Religion is taken VERY seriously here, the church'll be hard to uproot, and it'll be tricky to get around the local king's iron-fisted rule. Same travel issues too.
> Agri World: Corn, wheat, taters, and grox, it's what this world's known for, and all it's worth in the eyes of the Imperium. The population is sparse and thinly spread outside of a few major cities, and while technology's a bit behind the curve, it's a sight better than the last two!
> Hive World: PEOPLE. And industry too, but mostly people. Billions and billions of 'em, stacked like fat beads in a soon-to-prolapse anus, there's a strict hierarchy to the hive, but it'll be easy to hide in the shadows below. Tech's craziest shit you can find outside a forge-world, plenty of potential there.
> Chaos Warband: Looks like you ain't starting a cult after all. In the warlord's eyes you're hardly a step above shit, and you'll have to prove yourself to rise through the ranks but there's opportunities here you'd never find groundside. Loads of destroying the Imperium's works, and time with your brothers and sisters in disease though, which is nice.

>>2367650
>Feudal World: Nobility, knights, and peasant levies galore, this world's in the late iron age and shit is archaic! Religion is taken VERY seriously here, the church'll be hard to uproot, and it'll be tricky to get around the local king's iron-fisted rule. Same travel issues too.

>>2367650

> Agri World: Corn, wheat, taters, and grox, it's what this world's known for, and all it's worth in the eyes of the Imperium. The population is sparse and thinly spread outside of a few major cities, and while technology's a bit behind the curve, it's a sight better than the last two!

>>2367650
>Agri World: Corn, wheat, taters, and grox, it's what this world's known for, and all it's worth in the eyes of the Imperium. The population is sparse and thinly spread outside of a few major cities, and while technology's a bit behind the curve, it's a sight better than the last two!

>>2367648
We died to a couple of random atreet punks.
The first thread was basically nothing but 1s.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Bleach%20Quest

>>2367650
>> Hive World: PEOPLE. And industry too, but mostly people. Billions and billions of 'em, stacked like fat beads in a soon-to-prolapse anus, there's a strict hierarchy to the hive, but it'll be easy to hide in the shadows below. Tech's craziest shit you can find outside a forge-world, plenty of potential there.

>>2367650

> Agri World: Corn, wheat, taters, and grox, it's what this world's known for, and all it's worth in the eyes of the Imperium. The population is sparse and thinly spread outside of a few major cities, and while technology's a bit behind the curve, it's a sight better than the last two!

Agri cult is comfy cult.

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>>2367674
>all of those 1
Jesus christ, anyone whose ever said /tg/ dice were a meme needs to go die in fucking hellfire

>>2367702
>> Large City: A proto-hive, the world's capital and source of their industry and off-world commerce, a teeming metropolis of millions, toiling away, waiting to be shown the way.
>> Small Town: A scarcely populated hamlet of dozens, humble folk but proud of their work, they are isolated and unable to flee the truth.
Want something in between these two

>>2367702
>Small Town: A scarcely populated hamlet of dozens, humble folk but proud of their work, they are isolated and unable to flee the truth.

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>>2367656 #
>>2367661 #
>>2367680 (You) #

You're in an Agri World responsible for feeding billions of tragically misguided souls each day. You hope to show them the gifts of Nurgle, that they might be free in their despair! But first, you must determine where you begin your valiant effort.

> Large City: A proto-hive, the world's capital and source of their industry and off-world commerce, a teeming metropolis of millions, toiling away, waiting to be shown the way.
> Small Town: A scarcely populated hamlet of dozens, humble folk but proud of their work, they're like family, and you'd be happy to embrace them.
> Single Farm: A lonely individual cabin, whoever lives there would be happy to see someone like you, or at least, they will be.

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>>2367674
>multiple 1s that ended up being used
>finally get a crit with 100
>wasted and doesn't count
This fucking quest...

>>2367690
To be fair it was partially our fault.
The "FULL KUBO" difficulty meant crits (success or fail) ALWAYS overrode no matter how many rolls after the first 3 they came, only cutting off when Cos announced he was writing.
It also led to the whole Quest being utterly hysterical.

>>2367707
>Small Town: A scarcely populated hamlet of dozens, humble folk but proud of their work, they're like family, and you'd be happy to embrace them.

>>2367707

> Small Town: A scarcely populated hamlet of dozens, humble folk but proud of their work, they're like family, and you'd be happy to embrace them.

>>2367711
Wait, no, on reread I remember better, he didn't implement that until a couple threads in after so many 1s turned it into a farce.

>>2367707
>> Small Town: A scarcely populated hamlet of dozens, humble folk but proud of their work, they're like family, and you'd be happy to embrace them.

Ah, Bleach Quest.
Also the birthplace of "Improvaizen", an exquisite meme.

>>2367707
>Small Town: A scarcely populated hamlet of dozens, humble folk but proud of their work, they're like family, and you'd be happy to embrace them.

>>2367705
>>2367713
>>2367719
>>2367726

Your journey will begin in the confines of a small town, and near its end, the whole of the Imperium shall quake! Last set of questions before you begin,

> What do people call you?
> Are you a brother or a sister in Nurgle's family?
> How did you discover Nurgle and why do you worship Him?

>>2367739

> What do people call you?

Jedidiah Solomon Ozymandiason

> Are you a brother or a sister in Nurgle's family?

A brother in the family

> How did you discover Nurgle and why do you worship Him?

After getting kicked out of the guard since during our time as a medic we spent our time studying what wounds and disease do rather than fixing them. And so hearing the great voice of a plagued child of Nurgle, we have embraced the glory of necrosis. And rejoiced!

We worship him to test all of what these diseases may do, maybe find immortality through them. But most importantly: To bring all into the loving embrace of Nurgle

>>2367739
Private Johan

brother

To be relieved from the crippling pain of an old war injury.

>>2367739
>> What do people call you?
Waltram Reichart
>> Are you a brother or a sister in Nurgle's family?
Brother
>> How did you discover Nurgle and why do you worship Him?
As a solder within the empire we experienced a particularly bad skirmish where we were surrounded by death and fell into unconsciousness where we heard the voice of Nurgle speaking too us which we could not refuse. Being blessed with visions of plague and rot we have made out way to an Agri home world under the guise of working as a medic but choose to work as a speaker for Nurgle

>>2367739
>What do people call you?
Mother Maibaum
>Are you a brother or a sister in Nurgle's family?
Sister
>How did you discover Nurgle and why do you worship Him?
To stave of the pain of arthritis and other such ailments associated with our old age

>>2367758
Do like the medic thing tho

>>2367779

I'll support this actually. rather than >>2367764

>>2367773

I'll go with this

>>2367773

I like this one.

>>2367773
I like this one

>>2367758
Support

>>2367739
> What do people call you?
Pork Bottom

> Are you a brother or a sister in Nurgle's family?
Yes

> How did you discover Nurgle and why do you worship Him?
Found a tome of at the fleemarket and had nothing better to do.

So what do you guys want to play a chaos worshipper of Nurgle? What exactly happened in the last thread?

>>2368047
We critfailed an encounter roll and met a bunch of redemptionists, Swords chained chaos worshippers died.

>>2367779
Suporting

>>2367773

> +1

>>2367773

You're Waltram Reichart, a brother in Nurgle's family and former field medic in the Imperial Guard. During a heavy skirmish, you were fatally injured and falling unconcious, Nurgle revealed Himself to you. Immediately grasping the futility of your lifelong struggle against decay, you swore yourself to His worship and in return, He blessed you with His virile sickness.

Fleeing the battlefield, you managed to stow away in the cargo decks of a merchant vessel headed offworld, and after seven months of subtly showing the crew the joys of poison and pox, it reached an Agri World, where you slipped out with a shipment of farming tools. Once you reached planetside, you snuck out of the port, the largest city on the world, and escaped into the countryside. After several weeks of aimless wandering through disgustingly healthy crop fields, you've come across an isolated small town consisting of perhaps thirty wayward souls. Here, the first blessings of Nurgle shall be sown, and the eyes of man shall be opened.

>>2368140

It's so beautiful. The apex of filth and rot, glistening with puss, wriggling with myriad wondrous new forms of life. You bend over and press your face into the open wound to better inhale the acrid stench and wallow in its shredded viscera.

As you watch the festering grox's corpse, a deep abiding smile crosses your chapped lips. Your teeth are blackened, cracked, and broken, and you wouldn't have it any other way. The sight of the putrid purity of ending brings a tear to your yellowed eyes, and from your bloated tongue slip a pair of whispered words uninvited, but welcome all the same. "Thank you."

Your gratitude cannot be overstated. For so many years you wasted your life, butchering countless trillions of Nurgle's littlest children, but such is His mercy, He forgave you, and welcomed you with open arms. When you prayed to Him, the beauty of blistering infection was made clear to your eyes, and your purpose could not be simpler. Spread the Plaguefather's joyous love and bring a long-overdo ending to all things.

"Thank you." It's so precious, as you wandered the infernal clean fields of the world, you came across a sign of Nurgle's blessing. A dead grox, reborn to hold and be home to numberless billions. It is testament to the glory of the Plaguefather, a statement of your Grandfather's love.

"Thank you." Acceptance is the first part of knowing inner peace. You wish one day you can feel decay like this. Realization strikes like lightning. There's nothing stopping the grox from sharing. Drawing a rusted but razor-sharp knife, you cut the beast's cadaver open, and once a sufficient hole has been made, you crawl right in. You're inside the grox now. You're one with the grox now. In this moment, you are at peace, in harmony with each and every one of Nurgle's creations, both great and small. It brings a tear to your eye.

You lay within the corpse for what might be hours, or what might be days. Eventually, you rise with a scintillating squelch and as sad as you are to leave, you know you can't keep something as great as this all to yourself. That would be selfish, and Papa Nurgle demands His children share.

You take a gangrenous strip of the beast's flesh for breakfast, and are on your way. Within the hour, you've stumbled upon it. A busy, bustling little town, maybe you can teach them to rest and leave be. Sadly, you think you're not so clean as to make a good impression, but should the situation merit, you're well-equipped to send any mortal foe to Nurgle's embrace. In your hand is a rusted las gun with perhaps a dozen charge packs, it's begun to shoot a sickly green but it burns all the same.

Flak armor covers your chest, chipped and tattered as it may be, it's more than capable of keeping you standing. In addition, Nurgle has blessed you with an absence of suffering, thanks to His touch, you can endure any amount of punishment and continue to fight as you always have. Then, there's your trusty corroded knife.

> (1/2)

>>2368179

But first and foremost is your De-Medic Kit. Once a scouring agent of sterile cleanliness, now, it is a toolbox of rot, perfect for purveying all manner of poison and depositing all sorts of lovely diseases. Of which, you have many.

> How would you like to get started?

> Walk into the township and extol the glories of Nurgle, surely they'll see the way and welcome you with open arms!
> Walk into the township las gun ablaze, and give them the sought-after gifts of death and decay!
> Sneak into the township and find a way to infect them with beautiful disease, sadly they aren't ready to welcome Nurgle themselves, they need to be made to see.
> Something Else (Write-In)

> Waltram Reichart

> Traits:
> Nurglite
> Traitor Guard

> Mutations:
> None, so far.

> Skills:
> Lv10 Close Combat
> Lv10 Marksmanship
> Lv20 First Aid

> Inventory:
> Flak Helmet (worn)
> Flak Armor (worn)
> Rags (worn)
> Rusted Las Gun, (40)
> 12 Charge Packs
> Corroded Knife
> De-Medic Kit

> (2/2)

>>2368186
>Are there any rivers or other fresh water sources nearby? If so start by spreading Papa's gift into it, then proceed to start our sneaking mission.

>>2368186
> Sneak into the township and find a way to infect them with beautiful disease, sadly they aren't ready to welcome Nurgle themselves, they need to be made to see.
A river, a water tank, a well. Whatever the setting water is usually the best way.

>>2368232
>>2368247

That's it! You'll spread the Plaguefather's love through moisture and soon, they'll be crying tears of joy! But, which strain should you put to use?

> Something Subtle, to bring them closer to the truth without pushing them away.
> Something Small, to make them feel His presence without much alarm.
> Something Fatal, nevermind secrecy, Nurgle will embrace them whether they like it or not!

>>2368277
>> Something Subtle, to bring them closer to the truth without pushing them away.

>>2368277
>Something subtle.

We need to be carefull until we have this town under our control.

>Something subtle

>>2368281
>>2368288
>>2368300

Roll 1d100 to subtly sow infection, DC: 80. You have three tries, and a +20 from your First Aid skill.

>>2368277
> Something Subtle, to bring them closer to the truth without pushing them away.
Also apply something subtle to their Corp fields at night. Something that won't kill the food but can be transmitted.

Rolled 83 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2368301
> Something Subtle, to bring them closer to the truth without pushing them away.
Also apply something subtle to their Corp fields at night. Something that won't kill the food but can be transmitted.

Fuck I'm slow. Can we still do this afterwards?

>>2368305

With a roll like that, you sure can. I'm still going to need two more 1d100 rolls, for that chance to crit.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>2368301

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>2368301

Rolled 85 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2368301
Rolling

>>2368324
Nice. 119. That's better than mine.

>SLAANESH

NOBODY ELSE ROLL

>>2368324

Noice, looks like Papa Nurgle's children are feeling a little feistier than usual.

> writing

>>2368438
Was worried you had dieded

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>2368438

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>>2368281
>>2368288
>>2368300
>>2368324

These naive children must come to know Nurgle's peace and in time, they shall, but for now, they are ignorant. Were you to prosthelytize unto them, they might make a rash decision, and not the sort that pleases your Grandfather. No, they are entrenched in the worship of the Corpse Emperor, and cannot be shown by words alone. Action is necessary.

You take your De-Medic Kit, and grasping a sample of the common cold, you hack and cough until a wad of sticky phlegm files onto your palm. You mash the two together, and mutter an earnest prayer of askance to the Lord of Plague. Content to wait, minutes pass and soon turn to hours, and you begin to despair He hasn't heard you when a sense of patriarchal pride fills every facet of your bring. The snotted lump in your hands wriggles a moment, and begins to grow.

Your eyes widen with curiosity as it your hands are forced apart by a shapeless mass of oozing grime and congealed puke. As gently as possible, you set it on the ground and watch, rapt with fascination. Before your eyes, it grows fatter and fatter by the moment, eventually passing your knee. At that point, it stops and begins to shiver. To your delight, a pair of eyes, shrivled arms, and stumpy legs rip outward, whilst a maliciously grinning toothed maw splits its front almost in two.

A Nurgling.

Tears flow from your eyes like rivers, in shocked awe of the present your Papa has given you. With this, myriad manner of pestilence is within your grasp. It looks at you with innocent, childlike eyes and murmurs words that fill your soul with an infectious mirth.

"Papa?"

Such a wondrous gift, a new friend! But, how to use it to further Nurgle's ends? Hmm, surely this township possesses a source of water, yes? If so, it shouldn't be too difficult to ascertain its location. Sadly, this town is too small to have an extensive sewer, but it might very well have a cistern.

After several hours of tickling one another, rolling around in the mud, and playing one person toss-ball, nightfall arrives. You grip the Nurglite by its sides and grin, "Are you ready my child?" It gives a lovely wet gurgle and an enthusiastic nod. Excellent.

> (1/2)

>>2368562

Under the cover of darkness you slide between the hamlet's houses and at the sight of sublime opportunity, your large grin grows to split your ears. A massive cistern, perhaps thirty thousand gallons large, sits in the center, completely unguarded. With a bit of elbow grease, you're able to pop the hatch, and throw the Nurgling into the town's hideously pristine, filtered drinking water. As you seal the hatch, the sounds of the Nurgling splashing and playing warm your heart. Soon, everyone in this place will experience the boundless joy you've come to feel.

You feel Grandfather Nurgle is amused by your efforts, and you can only hope this goes as well as it should.

> Roll 1d100, +30 to determine the extent of plague in the community. You have three tries, DC: 40 to have a significant effect.

> Waltram Reichart

> Traits:
> Nurglite
> Traitor Guard

> Mutations:
> None, so far.

> Skills:
> Lv10 Close Combat
> Lv10 Marksmanship
> Lv20 First Aid

> Inventory:
> Flak Helmet (worn)
> Flak Armor (worn)
> Rags (worn)
> Rusted Las Gun, (40)
> 12 Charge Packs
> Corroded Knife
> De-Medic Kit

> (2/2)

Rolled 39 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>2368568
GO PLAGUE GOOOOOOO

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Rolled 17 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>2368568

Rolled 91 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>2368568

Witness me

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>>2368593
WITNESSED!

>>2368593
WITNESSED

NOW NOBODY ELSE ROLL FOR THE LOVE OF NURGLE

This gm is rather good. I somehow am already rooting for everyone to get the plague.

>>2368619
Plague? We are simply spreading the love of Papa Nurgle

>>2368625
Your right brother. The old imperial brainwashing was kicking in. Papa provides!

>>2368593

You've done your part, now, all that remains is to wait. Stealthily exiting the town, you creep through crop fields for half a dozen hours, eventually stopping to rest in a sufficiently-sized moist mud puddle. Sleep goes better than usual, and you dream of whispy steam from Nurgle's cauldron. It almost hurts to awaken and you ponder simply laying in place for some time, but finally decide it would be better to meet your brothers, sisters, cousins, and blisters.

The trek back to town is easy enough as you need only follow the stench of your passing. Once you've arrived, what you see amazes and astounds even you. You are greeted by a cacaphonous chorus of agonized moans, an endless ocean of whimpering sobs, and a sonorous wail of abject terror. These are the sounds of one who has lost all hope, and it is music to your molded ears.

The plague went much better than you'd expected, though any element of subtlety is lost, you have a hunch this won't concern you. The cistern has corroder overnight, is rusted to the core and full to bursting. You're confused for a moment when it pops, and a small flood of pussy gruel and liquidy feces streams out of the rend in its side. Half a dozen Nurglites accompany the flow, and to witness their merriment is to see the meaning of what it means to praise Nurgle.

The flow spreads across the town's square, where a dozen men, women, and children lie dead, their festering corpses already bloated with foul gases and thriving maggots. They've gone to be with the Plaguefather, and you couldn't be happier for them.

But what of those who live? They stumble and shamble about, their voices keening in horrified knowledge of oblivion's certainty. Barely half of the township's former populace, they are experiencing agony beyond description, and you know that now, they are ready to welcome Nurgle, mind, body, and soul.

> What do you say to bring them to worship?

> Waltram Reichart

> Traits:
> Nurglite
> Traitor Guard

> Mutations:
> None, so far.

> Skills:
> Lv10 Close Combat
> Lv10 Marksmanship
> Lv20 First Aid

> Inventory:
> Flak Helmet (worn)
> Flak Armor (worn)
> Rags (worn)
> Rusted Las Gun, (40)
> 12 Charge Packs
> Corroded Knife
> De-Medic Kit

>>2368663
Tell them that the pain they feel is merely the birth of thousands of lives. Such aches will dull in mere moments, but these creatures, these sicknesses, fed on their flesh and born in their bodies, are truly their children as much as they are children of Nurgle. To accept his gift now is to bring them into this world and serve as their shepherd, spreading life throughout a dying galaxy.

>>2368663
"My Brothers and Sisters, do not despair! You are not cursed with disease! You are blessed with Papa Nurgles love! He offers salvation through pestilence! Immortality through rot! Glory through his pox ridden affections! Embrace Papa Nurgle! Reject the Corpse God who loves you not!"

>>2368670
Supporting.

>>2368663
Say anything?

That is not nesscary.

We shall hug them all and share each others blessings. We will let them know of the camaraderie they have gained. How we hold love for each other as nurgles blessed.

No words need be exchanged. They will understand how we are brethren.

>>2368670
support

>>2368663
Can we combine >>2368670
>>2368671
>>2368674
?

Rolled 5 + 6 (1d12 + 6)

>>2368680

Very well. Rolling 1d12+6 to determine how many new devotees you manage to recruit.

Rolled 10 + 6 (1d12 + 6)

>>2368683

>>2368683
Wooooo we cult leader now

>>2368685
Oh. My bad, misunderstood

I like it, this one is well written.
Where were you hiding QM?

>>2368670
>>2368671
>>2368674

The path is clear as crystal, and you shall sully it so far as you are able. You walk into the township, las gun slung over your shoulder, arms held out to either side, and attracting the wretch's attention, you speak and the words flow your cracked lips like a thunderous succession of sneezes from a suddenly unstopped nasal cavity.

"The pain you now feel is merely the birth of countless lives too small for the eye to see! Such aches shall dull in mere moments, but these creatures, these blessed sicknesses, feasting upon your flesh and birthing within your form are truly your children as much as they are the children of Nurgle! To accept His gift now is to bring them into this world and serve as their shepherd, spreading vibrant life throughout a dying galaxy!"

They stare, shocked as you continue.

"My Brothers and Sisters, do not despair! You are not cursed with disease! You are blessed with Papa Nurgles love! He offers salvation through pestilence! Immortality through rot! Glory through his pox ridden affections! Embrace Papa Nurgle! Reject the Corpse God who loves you not!"

The truth of your words resonates among them, and while most begin to feel the emerging joy within them, some few stand stalwart in worship of their gilded false god. You step forward and bring an old man into a full-bodied embrace, whispering no words into his ear, you connect with his very soul. With you so close, he comes to understand the truth and welcomes Nurgle into his heart. His fragile frame is wracked with pitiful sobs as he cries tears of holiest, most blighted joy!

Releasing him, you advance toward another, and grasping them in embrace, they too come to understand and whisper ardent praises to the Eldest of the gods. This series of hugs continues until each man, woman, and child has felt your touch. Those few who denied Him while they laid in your arms, you slayed, gently, with a rusted knife's blade to the heart through the back of the ribs. May they find peace in their eternal rest.

> Eleven Nurglite Cultists gained!

You've done it. You've shown the way to no less than eleven, and Nurgle has blessed your efforts with no less than six bubbling, blistering, and delightfully sickening Nurglings. The rest of the world is soon to follow, He will not be denied, for He is the Ender and Rebirther of All Things.

Blessed Decay, you've done it.

> How do you celebrate the adoption of eleven new children?

> Waltram Reichart

> Traits:
> Nurglite
> Traitor Guard

> Mutations:
> None, so far.

> Skills:
> Lv10 Close Combat
> Lv10 Marksmanship
> Lv20 First Aid

> Inventory:
> Flak Helmet (worn)
> Flak Armor (worn)
> Rags (worn)
> Rusted Las Gun, (40)
> 12 Charge Packs
> Corroded Knife
> De-Medic Kit

> Unnamed Cult

> Daemons:
> 6 Nurglings

> Followers:
> 11 Devout Nurglite Cultists

>>2368731

> *flow from

Damnable grammatical errors.

>>2368731
Now, we dance.

>>2368731

We celebrate by singing praise to Nurgle, find out where to spread Nurgle's love next, and come up with a name for this cult

>>2368736
+1

>>2368736
this

>>2368736
YES!

>>2368735

Do not worry, there'll be plenty of dancing.

>>2368736
>>2368738
>>2368744
>>2368749

Very well, but you'll have to name the Cult yourselves.

> By what name to the cult devotees answer?

>>2368736
support

>>2368760
The bone zone

>>2368760 #

> *do the cult

With the rage these typos instill in me, you'd think I was a Bloodletter.

>>2368760
The Rotten Harvest
>or the putrid harvest

>>2368760

The Acolytes of Pestilence

>>2368775
I like it, agriculture themed for an agricultural world.

>>2368775
It'll do.

I mean I was personally thinking something like.

Nurgle's farmer's.

Or

Nurgles embrace

Or

Even Nurgles gatherers.

Was thinking something that sounded welcoming to fit burgled joyful theme.

>>2368775
I prefer Putrid to Rotten

>>2368791
Nurgles joyful theme.

Blasted imperial censors!

>>2368775
>>2368786
>>2368788
>>2368795

Guys, how about Putrescent Harvest?

>>2368775
T H I S
H
I
S

>>2368801
I don't trust our bumpkin cultists to pronounce that.

>>2368801
Sure
>>2368804
They don't need to, as long they have nurgle in their hearts.

>>2368804

Fair point. What if we had several interchangeable names, to add somr variety to the word salad? Putrid Harvest, Putrescent Harvest, Reapers of Despair, Sons and Daughters of Rot, Children of Rot, etc.

>>2368810
yeah im fine with that, maybe once our cult gets large enough we'll start getting mini factions with their own names and traditions and shit

>>2368810

Sounds bueno to me, I'll support whichever name has tthe most spport so put me down for Rotten Harvest

>>2368816

What like some kind of cult version of the Holy Roman Empire? Or Christianity?

>>2368775
> the putrid harvest

>>2368825
>What like some kind of cult version of the Holy Roman Empire? Or Christianity?
Not really, I was thinking that as we convert more and more people, they'll all bring their own interpretations of Nurgle's blessings.

>>2368810
That sounds good to me, you guys think we should grab a farming scythe to act as our "shepherd's cane" symbol of leadership?

>>2368775
Oh sweet rot! Yes! Also, I wanna hand craft a gift.

>>2368839
Now how are we going to convert more people? Contaminate the crops and water, rise and repeat? We might have to so more before anyone makes a move against us.

We could try whispering the love of for to someone

>>2368735
>>2368736
>>2368775

You survey the newest of Nurgle's children and sigh in contentment. They are like the crop they grow, lovingly tended by their master, and harvested when their time has come. Therefore, they shall be known as the Putrid Harvest, and they shall sow the seeds of ceaseless stagnancy across the whole of creation. Whilst they weep in the midst of tumerous transformation, you lift your hands and speak from your lips.

"Rejoice my children, for Nurgle has come! Rejoice, for these blessings He has bestowed upon you are yet the slightest sliver of the grand mosaic He has in store for the faithful! Rejoice, lift your hands, sing and dance with riotous abandon, for the End is Nigh, and we are doomed to endure it!
Embrace Despair, for we are damned, and celebrate, for He loves us in spite of our mortal flaws and imperfections! Give yourselves unto zealous praise and make merry, for there is no tomorrow! He is here, and He is soon to come!"

They stare like simple sheep, and bearing witness to this truth, you deign to guide them as a shepherd. Abandoning all pretense of stillness, you jump and spin like wild, scream nonsense words, and shout the names of the plagues you've been given. The Nurglings join with the simple enthusiasm only they can bring, and soon after, the new believers throw themselves into the fray.

You sing, you dance, you throw yourselves into the muck, and wallow in rancid revelry! Perhaps hours pass, perhaps days. It matters not, for you feel no hunger, nothing but the sweetest of joys in the fact of unavoidable damnation. It cannot get any worse, only better, and if nothing else, that is cause for celebration!

Eventually, you cease to sing and cease to dance. The time has come to bring new sons and daughters into the family, if you are to spread sickness, your adherents must grow in number, until they are so many that the very ground shakes at their coming!

Asking a cultist which field might be fittest to sow your sickness, he explains there are three places nearby worthy of the gifts you can bring.

> (1/2)

>>2368991

> The Big Storehouse: A massive warehouse wherein food is stored until it can be shipped offworld, it is almost certainly guarded by a detachment of the Planetary Defense Force, but if you could destroy it, imagining the despair the resultant gnawing hunger will bring makes you giddy.
> Them Neighbor-Folk: Another town, this one larger, one and half again the size of the one you've claimed, it is filled with healthy bodies and empty souls, simply waiting for someone to show them what they've failed to see before their own eyes all this time.
> That Old Fort: A barracks wherein a large detachment of the Planetary Defense Force resides, to handle this region's defense, it would be a hard nut to crack, but the crunchy core of their armory would be well-worth the effort.

> Which shall you focus your efforts upon?

> Waltram Reichart

> Traits:
> Nurglite
> Traitor Guard

> Mutations:
> None, so far.

> Skills:
> Lv10 Close Combat
> Lv10 Marksmanship
> Lv20 First Aid

> Inventory:
> Flak Helmet (worn)
> Flak Armor (worn)
> Rags (worn)
> Rusted Las Gun, (40)
> 12 Charge Packs
> Corroded Knife
> De-Medic Kit

> The Putrid Harvest

> Daemons:
> 6 Nurglings

> Followers:
> 11 Devout Nurglite Cultists

> (2/2)

>>2368991

> *the face of

Autocorrect is my bane.

>>2368992
> Them Neighbor-Folk: Another town, this one larger, one and half again the size of the one you've claimed, it is filled with healthy bodies and empty souls, simply waiting for someone to show them what they've failed to see before their own eyes all this time.

>>2368992
>Them Neighbor Folk

We need glorious NUMBERS.

>>2368992
>> Them Neighbor-Folk: Another town, this one larger, one and half again the size of the one you've claimed, it is filled with healthy bodies and empty souls, simply waiting for someone to show them what they've failed to see before their own eyes all this time.
We don't have enough for anything rash

>>2369035
>Rash
I see what you did there.
>>2368992
>Them Neighbor-Folk

>>2369002
>>2369034
>>2369035
>>2369094

If you are to render the Imperium's efforts vain, you must have a larger family. Eleven worshipers aren't enough to cause the slightest ripple in the Immaterium, you need millions to bring the greatest of the Plaguefather's gifts, and the best place to gain devotees is the nearest township. You tell the cultist as much, and he agrees wholeheartedly.

Ten minutes later, your cult has packed everything they care to have, and are ready to move. They're equipped with a smattering of filth-smeared farm tools, and a primitive shotgun or two, ostensibly for pests, but good for people. They don't hold a candle to your las gun, but they're superior to bare fists so you support them. Once they're gathered, you set them on the march and can't help but grit your black teeth in a grimace.

Even at their worst, your former regiment was better disciplined. There were lines, formations, always some semblance of unison in their march. Here, it's simply a scattered mob but to their credit, they continue to march far longer than you'd expected of a group of civilians. Most likely Grandfather Nurgle's blessing, but it's an invaluable boon regardless of its origin.

At a breakneck speed, with one or two stops to rest every day or so, you arrive in a week. Looking back, it might've been better to search for functional vehicles but, what has been done, has been done. So be it, you must endure. The town is somewhat underwhelming.

You'd half-expected some grand magnanimous citadel, but all that's here is an ordinary, if poorer than average, settlement of fifty to sixty corpse worshipers. Whatever your impressions, it's time for your hallowed work to begin.

> How do you attempt to show these naive souls the futility of their ways?

> Give them death, your entire cult shall attack and slay as many as possible, that their corpse's decay might please Nurgle!
> Give them speech, you shall enter their square in the midst of the day, and convert them by the tongue alone!
> Give them gifts, your cult shall spread disease and decay in their midst, that they might come closer to Nurgle's peace!

> Waltram Reichart

> Traits:
> Nurglite
> Traitor Guard

> Mutations:
> None, so far.

> Skills:
> Lv10 Close Combat
> Lv10 Marksmanship
> Lv20 First Aid

> Inventory:
> Flak Helmet (worn)
> Flak Armor (worn)
> Rags (worn)
> Rusted Las Gun, (40)
> 12 Charge Packs
> Corroded Knife
> De-Medic Kit

> The Putrid Harvest

> Daemons:
> 6 Nurglings

> Followers:
> 11 Devout Nurglite Cultists

>>2369125
>> Give them gifts, your cult shall spread disease and decay in their midst, that they might come closer to Nurgle's peace!

>>2369125
>> Give them gifts, your cult shall spread disease and decay in their midst, that they might come closer to Nurgle's peace!

>>2369125

>>GIFTS GLORIOUS GIFTS VIA NURGLINGS!

>>2369125
> Give them gifts, your cult shall spread disease and decay in their midst, that they might come closer to Nurgle's peace!

>>2369125
>Give them gifts, your cult shall spread disease and decay in their midst, that they might come closer to Nurgle's peace!

>>2369133
>>2369137
>>2369170
>>2369185
>>2369217
SNEAKY BEAKY NURGLINGS

>>2369133
>>2369137
>>2369170
>>2369185
>>2369217
>>2369232

Their hearts are hardened, but Nurgle willing, His plagues will soften them. How do you intend to incite infection?

> Sabotage their food supply: Strike their crop with myriad maladies, they'll soon follow.
> Infiltrate their community: Sneak into their town, and spread disease by second-hand touch and projectile snot.
> Scorched Earth: Slip Nurglings into their water source, it worked once, it'll work again.

>>2369262
> Sabotage their food supply: Strike their crop with myriad maladies, they'll soon follow.
This can be done at night

> Scorched Earth: Slip Nurglings into their water source, it worked once, it'll work again.
This afterwards.

>>2369305
support.

>>2369262
>> Sabotage their food supply: Strike their crop with myriad maladies, they'll soon follow.
Arthas?

>>2369305
this

>>2369305
>>2369313
>>2369317
>>2369339

Roll 1d100+20 to beat DC: 70, or I'll have to roll on the Agri World bad shit table this time. You have three tries.

Rolled 13 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2369347

>>2369317
We're not Arthas. We're Kel'Thuzad

Rolled 2 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2369347

Rolled 89 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2369347

Rolled 65 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2369347

>>2369358

You came along in the nick of time anon, writing.

>>2369305
>>2369313
>>2369317
>>2369339
>>2369358

Poisoning their clean water is certainly a pursuit worthy of your Papa's time, but you have a feeling you'll have a harder time sneaking in this town than the last and beside, why bother with a more difficult method of disease dissemination when you already have unrestricted access to their food supply?

At your word, the Nurglings scatter into the corn fields, spewing their liquidy scat and chunky vomit across vast swathes of land. They're so adorable, but rather than play with them, you get to work individually infecting each stalk you come across via a vicious parasite from your De-Medic Kit. It truly is a wonderful creature, able to subsist on most staple crops in a temperate environment, and slowly shredding the intestines of their fortunate host.

The rest of the cult tries their best, though without any training or equipment, their best largely consists of smearing their bodily grease onto crops. Not the most sophisticated method of plague purveyance, but their hearts are in the right place and they've made a difference for the better.

By the time the sun rises the Putrid Harvest has covered little over three hundred acres with their filth, and come autumn, you're certain your efforts will pay wondrously divine dividends. You could try to spread more, but you feel that'd be a waste, as they'll do fine to propagate their own amongst these monotonous fields of maize.

If you have patience, within a year's time, likely sooner, this town will be miserable with illness and enduring horrendous suffering in their obstinance. They'll be ripe for the Plaguefather's picking, and in your humble opinion that's the greatest fate any mortal, man or otherwise, could hope to have.

But you don't want to wait months, do you? No, you want to see all things singing praises to Nurgle as quickly as possible, and for that, you can't depend on the seasonal harvest.

You could try to deposit the Nurglings yourself, but while the town isn't wary, it is crowded and highly likely someone will notice something. The consequences of being caught performing heresy are severe, if you truly wanted to, you could delegate the task to a competent cultist, though they'd more than likely bungle the task.

> Do you want to attempt to posion their water supply? If so, do you go yourself for a greater chance of success, or you send a cultist, for lesser personal risk?

> Waltram Reichart

> Traits:
> Nurglite
> Traitor Guard

> Mutations:
> None, so far.

> Skills:
> Lv10 Close Combat
> Lv10 Marksmanship
> Lv20 First Aid

> Inventory:
> Flak Helmet (worn)
> Flak Armor (worn)
> Rags (worn)
> Rusted Las Gun, (40)
> 12 Charge Packs
> Corroded Knife
> De-Medic Kit

> The Putrid Harvest

> Daemons:
> 6 Nurglings

> Followers:
> 11 Devout Nurglite Cultists

>>2369409
Do they have any guards? How observant are they during the night? Do they have night shifts? What is the towns lighting like at night?

>>2369409
If we poison the water ourself (voting for it), will praying to papa nurgle for the swiftness and stealth of a silent fast help?

Later we should train the cultists.

>>2369409
could we try and kill one of the guards, steal their uniform and sneak in disguised as them?

>>2369435
Sounds crazy enough to work

>>2369409

As a person currently running an equally heretical quest, I say poison the water supply!

>>2369435
Sounds crazy enough not to work but let's do it anyways.

>>2369435
This desu.

>>2369422

This is a relatively sleepy Agri World village consisting of fifty to sixty people, it's highly likely they don't have any guards beyond local law enforcement, which probably won't be standing sentry at their cistern. As for lighting, there are no light poles or light beyond interior illumination and the occasional porch-light of better-to-do villagers who can afford the electricity bill.

>>2369426

Silly, praying to Papa Nurgle always helps!

>>2369435

You could attempt to, but there'd be a very high DC as you're visibly rotting, constantly hacking and coughing, and reek of death and decay. If you want to try, you certainly can.

>>2369685
Would the dc be lowered if we wore a new clock and sprayed ourself with perfume or fabreeze?

>>2369685
Could we perhaps have the nurglings help us dig our way over to the water?

>>2369698 #

It would, but you don't have any perfume or febreeze with you, and the thought of suppressing the sumptuous stench of sickness is anathema to you. You could do it, for Nurgle's sake, but you wouldn't like it.

>>2369702 #

You could, but it might take a while to dig a sufficient tunnel and you'd have to roll to avoid being discovered in the meantime. It could certainly be done, and you have plenty of manpower with which to do it.

>>2369704
Well I vote for tunnelling and being sneaky, we don't have enough manpower to go charging in pores blazing.

Something comes to mind, if you wanted to, you could simply release the Nurglings into the town and have them run wild to spread disease, but any semblance of subtlety would be lost.

>>2369756
I'd prefer throwing out subtly as a last resort. I support digging.

>>2369704
>>2369706
>>2369780
Digging would likely have many more stealth rolls needed to remain hidden as opposed to just walking into town at night.

>>2369704
well what if we find some wild lavender or other aromatic plant and rub ourself with it? would that help with the odor for a while?

>>2369997

Correct.

>>2370013

In theory, to some extent it would, in practice, you're a walking bag of rotting flesh, extensive open sores, and unchecked gangrenous infections, a bit of lavender would do little to mask the scent. There's nothing saying you couldn't try though.

I'm going to need a consensus to update, elsewise I'll go with whichever decision has the most votes.

>>2370268
Let's just sneak in ourselves, under cover of darkness. I'd be surprised if they've got anything advanced enough to injure us, let alone match up to a flashlight.

>>2370332
Supporting this, we should be able to sneak past a couple country bumpkins, and if we do get caught, just say we're a refugee from a town that got hit with the plague

>>2370268
Posies, "pocket full of posies" was because bubonic made you stink.
it just autocorrected "stink" to "smile", it was magical.
>>2370332
Support

>>2370332
Supporting.

>>2370332
This. Lets go in sneaky commando style

>>2370332
Best idea so far
Sneaky breaky style

>>2370332
>>2370426
>>2370436
>>2370448
>>2370602
>>2370845

Roll 1d100 to sneak into town, DC: 80. You have three tries and a +0 bonus, as you lack Stealth skill.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>2370957

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2370957

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>2370957

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>2370957

Well shit. Close, but no cigar. Guess we're killing a mook or two.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>2370957
>>2370990
>>2370997
>>2370998
Fug

At least the highest roll was only 7 off. Hopefully we'll just run in to one or two yokels we can handily thwack. Maybe we just convert them then and there, have them do it for us, who knows.

Rolled 21, 47 = 68 (2d100)

>>2370990

You've missed by seven, which juuust so happens to be NURGLE'S HOLIEST NUMBER! That doesn't happen every day, so it looks like we'll be rolling on the good shit table, at a penalty of course, along with the bad shit table at a bonus, because you've failed, nevermind the favor of the divine. Pray to the Poxfather this isn't a crit fail.

>>2371095

Interesting. A few points off from getting to roll on the other chart, but, that's the price of doing business.

>>2371095
>>2371098

Eh, I'm not quite so sure how to incorporate both results. I'll roll with it, apologies for alleged schlock.

>>2371095
Well, that's a tad concerning. Wonder what happens if we get a 77, which happens to be 7 off of the target number?

>>2371108

A double of any deity's holy number is considered a crit, if a follower of the deity in question is rolling. For a Slaaneshi, that's 66, for a Khornate, that's 88, and for a Tzeentchian, that's 99. You're a Nurglite, so 77's have weight.

>>2371121
Good to know. Can you show us those tables later? Would be interested in knowing what we get ahead of time when we fail or crit.

>>2370332
>>2370990

For hours, you ponder the possibility of directing the cult towards digging a tunnel through the soil beneath the town like a throng of maggots gnawing through flesh, but as much poetic justice as that would provide, you don't feel it's feasible. At least, compared to simply dunking a Nurgling in the town's cistern. Complex schemes disturb you, best to strive for simplicity, as a child of Nurgle, you should strive to follow the example of your littlest siblings.

Telling the Putrid Harvest to remain in place, you set off under cover of night, a bubbly pack of Nurglings in tow. It might be easier to move only one, but it would be cruel to deprive the rest a chance to play at defiling the empty sanitation the worshipers of the Corpse Emperor hold so dear. You slip in without much trouble, and have walked for several moments when you see the cistern.

Much larger than the previous, but in most ways the same. The higher volume however, is cause for excitement, if one less than half this one's size could spawn no less than five Nurglings, you cannot wait to see the joy one such as this shall bring! Your enthusiasm gets the better of you, as you climb in a frenzy, your booted foot clangs into the side.

> (1/2)

>>2371233

The tinny bang echoes throughout the settlement and all of a sudden, fear that these townsfolk will deny themselves the wonders of fetid degradation grips your heart. You hear a second noise, though it stems from within rather than without, and the noise, though it cannot be quantified, is deeply comforting despite its ambiguity. An instant later, you shudder in glee as the smallest trickle of Papa's snot thwacks against your soul, and you feel, should you continue along this path, a greater blessing is soon to follow.

But first, the noise. You turn, and see them. Three locals, one holding an electric torch, the others armed with a sporting stick of some kind and a shotgun not dissimilar to the one your cult has in possession. Lucky for you, they're sleepy, walking slowly, and are some half a minute away. Unlucky for you, most of your Nurglings have yet to climb the ladder, and you have but one in your hand.

Discovery would see your efforts vain, but Nurgle willing, perhaps you can perform a noiseless ambush, evade their sight, or even convert them on the spot. A flicker of madness in the back of your mind has an even better idea. Why not pop the hatch and dive in yourself?

> You don't have much time to make your decision. Which course of action do you take?

> Attempt a noiseless ambush, it will be difficult from atop a cistern, but the Nurglings should give you an edge.
> Evade their efforts of detection, you don't trust yourself to send them to the Garden in silence, better to stay hidden than die a martyr's death.
> Convert them on the spot, it could prove difficult to do so, but the idea arouses your shepherdly instincts, where better to show the sheep the way than in the midst of the wolve's den?
> Dive right in yourself, the Nurglings seemed to enjoy it, and while your secrecy might very well be compromised, they'd never think to check the cistern.

> Waltram Reichart

> Traits:
> Nurglite
> Traitor Guard

> Mutations:
> None, so far.

> Skills:
> Lv10 Close Combat
> Lv10 Marksmanship
> Lv20 First Aid

> Inventory:
> Flak Helmet (worn)
> Flak Armor (worn)
> Rags (worn)
> Rusted Las Gun, (40)
> 12 Charge Packs
> Corroded Knife
> De-Medic Kit

> The Putrid Harvest

> Daemons:
> 6 Nurglings

> Followers:
> 11 Devout Nurglite Cultists

> (2/2)

>>2371236
Hm, I'm leaning towards either hopping in ourselves, or converting the villagers. What would a conversion entail? To much talking just seems ill advised, and like it might bring more villagers down on our head.

>>2371236
> Convert them on the spot, it could prove difficult to do so, but the idea arouses your shepherdly instincts, where better to show the sheep the way than in the midst of the wolve's den?

>>2371236
>> Attempt a noiseless ambush, it will be difficult from atop a cistern, but the Nurglings should give you an edge.

>Dive right in yourself, the Nurglings seemed to enjoy it, and while your secrecy might very well be compromised, they'd never think to check the cistern.
We might get more putrid and rotten.

>>2371236
> Convert them on the spot, it could prove difficult to do so, but the idea arouses your shepherdly instincts, where better to show the sheep the way than in the midst of the wolve's den?

>>2371288
we will become one with the putrid filth and most holy of diseases

>>2371236
Screw it,
> Dive right in yourself, the Nurglings seemed to enjoy it, and while your secrecy might very well be compromised, they'd never think to check the cistern.
We are the hands on sort, after all, and this seems like it may lead to some good stuff for us. Make sure to command all the Nurglings we can't get into the cistern with us to get away as quietly as they can though. If they're spotted near the cistern they'll probably check inside, which would probably be the death of us. Also try to avoid getting our lasgun wet if we have it on us, would such if a dip in the water fried it.

>>2371333
I think all other options will result in failure or in the locals not embracing willingly

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>>2371333
NICE

>>2371288
>>2371333
>>2371358
>>2371362

Very well.

Roll 2d100, DC: ??, DC: 80. You have three tries.

>>2371802
for papa nurgs

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>2371802
77 baybee

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2371802

Rolled 73, 12 = 85 (2d100)

>>2371802
for nurgs 2

>>2371813
>>2371817
2d100 guys

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>2371802
Papa bless me

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2371802
the other 1d100

>>2371819
good for me

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>2371826
For our lil nurgs

Rolled 5, 18 = 23 (2d20)

To clarify, I'm counting rolls in a first, second fashion. The first roll after mine applies to the first DC, the second applies to the second DC, then the third to the first, the fourth to the second, etc. You're smart, you understand. And now, to tally the results.

> First DC

>>2371813
>>2371819
>>2371827

> 73

Not bad...

> Second DC

>>2371817
>>2371826
>>2371841

> 93

Certainly satisfactory.

You had me worried we'd have a repeat of the Crowley incident, luckily your gambit's payed off. Time to roll on that other chart...

Rolled 84, 60 = 144 (2d100)

Cmoooon Grandpa Nurgle

>>2371915
Damn, late to the party. Oh well.

Rolled 63, 22 = 85 (2d100)

>>2371802
Is it me or is most everyone doing the rolls wrong?

>>2371819
HA! Same as we got on the stealth roll. Hopefully we don't screw up this time.

>>2371288
>>2371333
>>2371358
>>2371362
>>2371910

How could you be so ignorant, so blind when the answer to your predicament is before your very eyes? All of Nurgle's children are equal in His sight, and you would do well to follow the example the Nurglings set. They know there is no intrinsic meaning, that this galaxy is dead and you are but the maggots feasting upon its carcass, yet, cheerful carbuncles they are, they embrace the lack of hope with every facet of their being, and in that cruel lie's absence, make merry, are happy, and find contentment in the knowledge that nothing they do will prevent the eternal oblivion arching over each and every soul, no matter how great, or how small.

There is nothing you can do. Discovered or not, the Imperium can only delay the inevitable, and rushing to hasten its coming is an exercise in futility. It is better to relax, and leave and let be. With deft hands, you prize the cistern's hatch open and without a moment of hesitation, you dive into the waters, heedless of the hatch above or splash you've made. The water is deep, deeper than you by far, but you do not fear, for you are near and dear to Nurgle's heart, and so long as you have faith, nothing else matters.

You close your eyes, and let the soft current lift you to float on your back where you lay, in serene serendipity. As you rest, you feel the Plaguefather reach out and grasp your soul in His hands. You're so satisfied, and the resigned feeling as He molds your form to suit His want is indescribable. You feel the forefront your skull soften, crumble, and give way to reveal a new cavity.

You can't help but wander its purpose until a lump of bile begins to congeal at its bottom, spontaneously-summoned nerves threading into your frontal lobe as an almost-almond shape takes form. It's no cavity, but a socket. In a minute more's time, the eye and its lid are forced from your flesh, and as soon as it began, Nurgle's touch recedes and a deep sigh of gratitude exits your ravaged lungs. Nurgle understands you, and you, Him. You couldn't imagine a better sensation, and to be frank, you don't care to.

> (1/2)

>>2372059

> New Mutation Gained!
> Third Eye: A large eye has formed in the center of your forehead, it hurts your capacity to blend into a crowd, but surprisingly enough, works wonders for your depth perception.
> +5 to Ranged Combat rolls

You were correct in your assumption. They didn't think to check the cistern because come morning, you're still breathing and the hatch is still open. By the lack of commotion, you'd assume the Nurglings fled according to... The way you wanted them to. Your spread of disease has gone as well as expected, the cistern's water is a lovely shade of puke yellow, and the rustic coating on the previously shiny walls is an immense improvement.

Best of all, the water's gotten shallower.

> Roll 1d100 to spread sickness, +20 bonus due to your First Aid skill. Best of three tries.

> Waltram Reichart

> Traits:
> Nurglite
> Traitor Guard

> Mutations:
> Third Eye

> Skills:
> Lv10 Close Combat
> Lv10 Marksmanship
> Lv20 First Aid

> Inventory:
> Flak Helmet (worn)
> Flak Armor (worn)
> Rags (worn)
> Rusted Las Gun, (40)
> 12 Charge Packs
> Corroded Knife
> De-Medic Kit

> The Putrid Harvest

> Daemons:
> 6 Nurglings

> Followers:
> 11 Devout Nurglite Cultists

> (2/2)

>>2372068
For Papa!

Rolled 65 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2372077
God dammit, rolling it right this time.
For Papa! Again!

Rolled 99 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2372068

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2372068
We must release our bowels into the water, for that truly is the most horrific way to pass on our love.

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>>2372084
That roll was disgusting. In the best way ;)

>>2372084
:D Papa blesses us this day!

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>2372068

>>2372084
that brings great fecal matter to my eye

Dammit, it's 2 in the morning and I have work tomorrow. Here's hoping this is up tomorrow.

>>2372068
How indescribably comfy.

>>2372084
OH SHIT.

>>2372084
Remember the last time we critted something like this? It was great.

>>2372084

If you'd thought the noise of the last town was clamorous, the sounds of suffering here are a positive cacophony of agony. They're ready to get to know their Grandpa, and you'll introduce them. Exhaling, you move your legs downward and float facing the side of the cistern. Normally, you'd be unable to exit the structure with assistance from your followers, but it's decayed enough you won't need them. You unshoulder your las gun and examine it. Aside from the exquisitely extensive rust and fantastically filthy coating of grime, it is more than functional.

Excellent. Pointing it at a weak point in the tube, you squeeze the trigger and with a *BLAM* a bolt of sickly green flies into it, melting through the other side. The cistern creaks, but doesn't break. Another *BLAM* and it with a loud creaking noise, it begins to cave in. Rushing to swim, you shoulder check the side and it buckles outward, eventually breaking beneath your wait. The water pours out in a torrent and you lay along for the ride.

Moments later, you stand and inhale the malefic stench which has come to permeate this place. The townsfolk's cries of painful misery are matched by no less than a dozen dancing Nurgling's shouts of joy. Right about, perhaps more than twenty corpses lay in a state of marvelous decay, most of them children. The righteous will of Nurgle is made manifest, the little ones don't deserve to live, for life is unjust and in their youth, they are innocent.

The rest cavort about in a twisted kind of tormented shuffle, or lay in the dirt, sobbing hollow prayers to their Emperor, or to anything that will listen. They're lucky you've heard them, and are here to show them what they've missed for so, so long.

> What do you say to make them hear the noise of Nurgle's holy gurgles?

> Waltram Reichart

> Traits:
> Nurglite
> Traitor Guard

> Mutations:
> Third Eye

> Skills:
> Lv10 Close Combat
> Lv10 Marksmanship
> Lv20 First Aid

> Inventory:
> Flak Helmet (worn)
> Flak Armor (worn)
> Rags (worn)
> Rusted Las Gun, (40)
> 12 Charge Packs
> Corroded Knife
> De-Medic Kit

> The Putrid Harvest

> Daemons:
> 12 Nurglings

> Followers:
> 11 Devout Nurglite Cultists

>>2372795

> *Rusted Las Gun (38)