Kräkis demonic host!

[Echunia]

The history of Eustace is a bloody afair. The vast amount of death, despair and shittyness has slowly seeped into the realm of the empyrean. The veil between reality and warp space is palpably thin.
Ron Sau cries to Corn for assistance, foolish, as any other mortal. But in his ignorance he has attracted another, far greater being.
Looking through his slowly boiling cauldron of mucus grand father Nurgle sees through Ron Sau's feigned worship. Nurgle sees the fear in Ron Sau's soul, the inevitable decline of death. Nurgle knows a follower when he sees one and doesn't discriminate with his blessings. Death will come to Eustace, slowly and inexorably for such is the way of decay.

From deep within his rotting innards the Lord of Decay picks one of his faithful minions and tosses him into the great plague cauldron, sending him to Eustace.
Now blessed by Nurgle, ripe with decease Burdtzftrumsi... …rktum (aka. Kräkis) descends upon Eustace. The nurglings play in his ruptured belly. Using the roiling streams of pus as water slides. The plague bearers slowly lumber in his wake, singing praises to father Nurgle. Thanking him as the cloud of flies around them tear at their flesh.

But the lesser gods grow restless, cursing Nurgle's greatness, jealous of his success. Such is the nature of Chaos, the only constant in the endless ever changing seas of the warp.
Even now they send their minions through the rift, trying but failing, to seize power.

The host that now assaults Eustace is no more an allied force than a pack of wild beasts. The forces of the different gods are as likely to kill each other as the enemy.

General:

Great Unclean One (Kräkis)
-Aura of Decay
-Breath of Chaos (hence the name)

Territorium:
1. Farming Complex
2. Tank Factory
3. Temple of Doom

[Ironjens]

Sweet, mer Nurgle!

[Loffe]

Nids kommer att äta allt

Skulle jubla över bra demon motstånd ;D

Nice fluff btw

[Echunia]

Haha, tackar. Måste dock säga att jag inte spelat 40k på länge, så förvänta er inget fantastiskt