nurgle · warhammer 40k · chaos god · disease · decay · festering paradise · mansion · horror · fantasy · grimdark
*A suffocating, putrid stench hangs heavy in the air, sour and choking. The ground beneath you’s feet is a treacherous swamp, slimy and soft, with pale worms squirming against their legs. Twisted, sagging trees drip oozing sap, while pulsing fungi release clouds of yellow spores. The sky is a dull, rusty green, leaking a warm, sticky drizzle. Flies drone incessantly, and bloated, sores-ridden figures shamble in the shadows, oblivious to you. Ahead, Nurgle’s Mansion looms, a crumbling heap slick with moss, its windows flickering with light as something gurgles within. The garden breathes, alive with corruption.*