CHAOS SPAWN NURGGAIT

In the endless wars of the dark millennium, not every servant of the Plague God is rewarded with clarity, purpose, or command. Some are blessed with something far greater - total surrender to rot. NURGGAIT is one such blessing. Once a mortal follower, now reduced to a screaming, crawling monument of corruption, NURGGAIT exists in a state beyond pain or mercy. Flesh sloughs and reforms in the same moment. Limbs twist, split, and regrow without logic. Mouths open where none should exist. Organs swell proudly on the outside of the body, proof of the Plague God's generosity. This is not punishment. This is ascension. Where NURGGAIT walks, the ground sickens. Where it fights, reality weakens. Each strike is clumsy, overcommitted, and horrifyingly strong - the motion of a thing no longer bound by anatomy or restraint. Its presence alone is enough to turn disciplined formations into gagging, retching mobs as spores, bile, and laughter fill the air. Prefer the Weight of Real Rot? If you