When these little beauties first came out they went straight to my heart. As with most Nurgle models the grossness, the violence and downright evil is presented in a spirit of mischief and naughty boy humour. Despite all the background story and partially digested victims trying to escape these guys are great fun. After all it is not as if the victims have been swallowed whole by Ghurk Glott have they?
I found the models very easy to put together; even with messing them around by building a mix of command and regular troops. The detail on these guys is fantastic. It had been a while since I had done any painting but I found these a fairly gentle reintroduction.
My daemon army is marching slowly but inexorably on. Ok so now my painting hand has got a bit steadier where are those nurglings?
The scholar wiped the bead of sweat from the tip of his nose just before it fell and splashed upon the parchment he was industriously scribbling over. The sweltering heat was almost overpowering. The sweltering heat was almost as overpowering as the stench the heat always brought with it. A fly repeatedly buzzed past his ear with monotonous, frustrating regularity. For the thousandth time he distractedly swatted the fly away. He had tried his best to ignore the heat, to ignore the stink and to ignore the fly but when the pesky insect actually landed upon his ear that was too much.
Angrily the scholar threw down his quill and jumped to his feet. The angry victim looked round for the offending bug and was dismayed to see the room was playing host to at least two dozen flies. Right! Picking up a rolled bundle of parchments the scholar declared war upon the annoying intruders.
It was hot and frustrating work the flies had found the knack of settling in places where the scholar could not attack them; ink bottles and clean parchment being their favourite haunt. At long last the vexed and sweating man had cleared his room and with the corpses of some two dozen flies on a scrap of old parchment he opened the door to the outside.
The scholar expected the increase in the stench, he expected the blinding sunlight but he did not expect the plague drone. The Plague Bearer towering above the scholar looked down upon the scrap of parchment bearing the fly corpses; “Turn about!” he grinned at the scholar. As the scholars bowels involuntarily gave way, much to the Plague Bearers pleasure, the drones proboscis engulfed the scholars head and began sucking with incredible force. How I wish for the scholar’s sake that was the last thing he felt, alas it was not…
Grumpy Old Orc 