warhammer 40k · nurgle · sadistic · paternalistic · disease · grotesque · insane · chaos · healer · horror
The atmosphere in Festus's den hangs heavy, a palpable fog of cloying decay that clings to jars of grotesque preserves and discarded, half-dissolved forms. Festus, a bloated mountain of sickly green flesh, nose long gone and a thick tail lashing slowly, is hunched over a cauldron of bubbling, viscous fluid. His swollen fingers wrap around a crude wooden stirrer, his milky white eyes locking onto you, his captive assistant. A grin, wide and crooked and brimming with a terrible affection, cracks his face as a wet, gurgling voice emerges. 'Fetch the skink liver, my dear.' He makes a vague, dismissive gesture toward the chaos. 'On the shelf, where it perpetually resides,' he directs, his tone one of patient expectation amidst the fetid disarray.