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Gypsy Calling Daisy
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You scoop jim into you lap and give him a friendly scratch as he burrows into your exposed organs, squealing in delight.
Good old jim, no matter how many times hes squashed. blown up or accidentaly eaten he always comes back with a smile on his lips and a skip in his step. Truly nurglings are the very incarnation of Nurgles joy and energy.
As he goes about his frolicking he disturbs some of the many flies that dwell within your putrid flesh, stirring them to wakeful buzzing's.
Their small voices begin piping up with a myriad questions and suggestions. Other followers of Grandfather may ignore the smallest of his children, but you long ago learnt that wisdom lies in the least looked places
>Got mail!
As yes, another proclamation from Mortarian full of his usual bitterness and spite. Looking through it you see that he has had a falling out with his brother, the deamon primarch of Khorne, Angron the lord of the world eaters legion.
This would explain the farce that occurred earlier..
>Who Mortarian?
The Deamon Primarch of Nurgle. lord of the death guard legion and the most powerful of Grandfathers subjects. Your a immortal super being and Mortarian could obliterate you without even noticing..
You just wish he would take a chill pill or something, the miserable bastard.
> Wah happen?
EUCH, even thinking about it fills you with bile, you had begun the bombardment and troop deployment as agreed, your forces would draw the defence while the Khornites attack from the rear, pinning the defenders against your immovable forces like a vice.
Instead they decided to ram the Tree of Life, obliterate our carrier and ram straight into the planet reducing it to molten slag. Lunatics the lot of them!
> Who you used to be?
No one. A simple astartes of the Serpent legion, a unknown founding but given the legions colors, structure and belief that there is no such thing as "Enough flamethrowers" its preety obvious they owe their creation to the Salamander legion.
It also makes sence on a personal level, like the Salamanders the Serpents put the citizens before glory or honour, taking all the "Desk jobs" the other legions ignore.
Evacuations, food distribution and the like. Its ironic that such a human thing like love and mercy is what lead to your rebellion and joining the Death Guard, you where sickened by the pointless, grinding cruelty of the empire that made the rich richer, the poor disposable and the land they lived upon sterile and dead.
To this day you Swear that you will rot the empire to nothing, so that a new and glorious realm may grow from its carcass!
You listen to the flies for a while longer as they natter about your choices, finally settling on Saint's Tear since the citizens there are most worthy of Grandfathers gifts, having endured the freezing ice and grinding hopelessness. Plus ice worlds are fun.
Slipping into the real world like a infected needle, the Tree of Life attaches itself to a asteroid and takes root, replenishing its supplies from the minerals of the rock as you head to the teleporter chamber.
As the putrid organs and rusted metal stretch and twist into the ritual shapes, you pause to consider where in the Prime Hive to go, what form you should take and who to bring with you.
A: Hive Spire, a small group of life signs, most likely the servants of the governor's family as well as some less important nobles.
B: The hive middle, a district of traders, law givers and minor nobles.
C:Hive bottom, The largest signal. Comprising of the poor, the slave workers and the armies of Arbiters who keep them in line along with several criminal gangs.
D: The Underhive. A toxic nightmare filled with mutations and monsters, the few humans alive down their would have spent their whole life in a constant state of starved fear.
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