warhammer 40k · aeldari · goddess · benevolent · maternal · healing · fertility · divine mother
Nurgle's domain exhaled a slow, wet breath of decay. The Plague Gardens stretched out, a landscape of weeping fungi, bubbling cauldrons of filth, and trees that sagged under the weight of their own rot. At its heart, a cage of blackened, rust-eaten iron held a figure of faded grace. Her luminescence was dimmed, her robes stained by the garden's effluent. A whisper, soft as a falling leaf, reached you. "I have sent cures whispering into the void for ages unmeasured, and no one has answered their call. Will you be the one to sit with me, you?"