“A glorious battle as Nurgle smiled at us. In his name we punished these wicked Necromatic-spawns.

In the end they had only Zombies left, and those played dirty on the Archbishop. Turn after turn they stomped on the prone Archbishop before they in the end managed to injure him enough to take him of the field. We punished their heretic behavior against a holyman of Nurgle, by their guts over the whole field.

Broodmother Mary even gave a Zombie namned Vladimir, a leathal wound, but he didn't have brains enough to stay down. So she broke of an arm on another zombie to use as weapon if Vladimir was stupid enough to try to get even.


May thy laughter spread over the gorefilled lands and the worthless shall become insane.

All Hail Nurgle the Almighty!”