Followers of Nurgle(at least in Fantasy, not sure about 40k) actually genuinely appreciate their illnesses. In that sense, Nurgle doesn't ignore the opinion of his children, he simply changes it.
Do normal parents not try to teach their children social norms, mores and family traditions?

As for their needs? Nurgle might not fix your hunger by giving you food, but he does make sure you're no longer hungry... by removing the need to eat altogether.
Nurgle's children "need" normal things the way regular kids need candy. And he instead gives his kids toys(plagues) before telling them to go outside and play with(infect) their friends(victims).

Sure, some potential kids also refuse to sign the adoption papers and refuse to go into the unmarked white van to chloroform/morphine the pain away, but those naughty children are blatantly rejecting his solution. And they aren't his children yet anyway.

Right, if they just did what he siad he wold'nt hit them.
 
Fred's strength isn't straight martial anyway. Its that he doesn't fucking lie down and die.

A stronger combatant scores winning rolls a slightly higher percentage of the time but are goners if things go south for them. Fred... he's the fucker who wasn't done fighting and so had his head put back on.

No complaints.
 
Loved the showing of personality from the Greatswords having them be human people instead of lets face it essentially redshirts is nice. You also manage to 'humanize' the elves with some banter but they are still unlikable elves to me with all their arrogance.

A great chapter cannot wait to see qhat happens next whether it is an unceasing cavalcade of 1's that end up with the gang dead and nordland a plagueland, or a bunch of 100+ rolls that end up with something i can't even imagine. It'll be awesome either way.
 
Dude at this point our Greatswords have seen some serious shit

Oh I know but still needs to be said every now and again to reinforce it.

I have to wonder when they swap stories with the other greatswords at the electors meet when they are of duty if any of them believe the shit they have seen and done.
 
Oh I know but still needs to be said every now and again to reinforce it.

I have to wonder when they swap stories with the other greatswords at the electors meet when they are of duty if any of them believe the shit they have seen and done.
Bar in Ostland
Veteran of the Army of the Forest: "My Unit encountered and fought a Band of 1000 Goblins once!"
Veteran of the Army of the Range: "Pffft... We had to deal with 500 Greenskins supported by Trolls."
???: "Amateurs."
Veteran of the Army of the Range: "What was that?!"
Ostland-Greatsword (turns around to them): "AMATEURS."
 
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Bar in Ostland
Soldier of the Army of the Forest: "My Unit encountered and fought a Band of 1000 Goblins once!"
Soldier of the Army of the Range: "Pffft... We had to deal with 500 Greenskins supported by Trolls."
???: "Amateurs."
Soldier of the Army of the Range: "What was that?!"
Ostland-Greatsword (turns around to them): "AMATEURS."
I guess the Army of Ostland Solider was drunk under the table at this point having been trading stories with the greatsword.
 
I want to see Freddy name drop al the greater deamons/demon princes he has killed to distract Maladus. Partially so we could get to see the elves, and possibly fey, go "WTF???" at the thought of a "Mayfly" striking that type of blow against Chaos.
 
In case you were wondering, "Ealui yl athel! Sylliat en yl volroia!" translates [as best as I could manage, I'm not Boney over here, and I've never been great with languages] into "Defend our forest from invasion! Rally on your Lady." Just a fun little note! Again, sorry for the wait ya'll.
 
Then, Natasha breathes deeply, pausing where she stands, before letting loose a blast of freezing air. Just as you suspected, the moment the wave of cold hits the wood spirits, they falter. Some dryads slow in their movements, others slump, their energy clearly leached from them, while still a few others stop moving entirely. A number of the fey are similarly affected, though some appear are not.
Grass types weak to Ice!
"Why aren't they dead yet!?" You hear the shrill screech of the same plaguebearer as before from somewhere within.
People keep asking Freddy this. Hehehe
 
Freddy, Freddy, Freddy.

This is Nordland.
All Sunweaver has to do is name drop Nurgle and she will be ready to literally fight just for the opportunity.
This. Not only are Frederick and Natasha in there (close family friends and important allies), but it's the forces of Nurgle attacking their next door neighbors. It'd be like if Ostermark's capital was suddenly invaded by a force of undead/nechrach vampires. Frederick would come in screaming in fury. And the Army of Ostland would essentially be going "LET ME AT 'EM!"

Nurgle/Nurgle-followers killed 4/5ths of Nordland's population about 30 years ago. Their capital city became a contaminated ruin. They're still not fully recovered, IIRC. Any Nordlander soldier would basically consider it his greatest duty to defend Nordland and its neighbors (and the rest of the Empire) from any kind of Nurgle attack.

Frankly, this seems to be shaping up to be an abject lesson to the Asrai that having functional alliances with your neighbors is really damn helpful, and that when it comes to universal threats like Chaos/Beastmen, your neighbors will be pretty willing to help fight them without anything asked for in return--after all, Chaos is everyone's problem. The main reason Estalia didn't get a a whole bunch of foreign armies coming in to help was that Estalia is something of a political clusterfuck at the best of times, and at various points it seemed like Estalia had it handled (until it turned out that two of the leaders of the resistance were corrupted themselves...yeesh). Then there was the whole Knights of Magritta mess...yeah.

It's also kind of interesting to think of it from a geopolitical standpoint: while Laurelorn is entirely independent from the Empire, it is geographically within the Empire. Considering how the Empire came together to face and defeat major threats within its borders on numerous occasions within the past 50 years, it might be possible to float the idea of a mutual defensive alliance against major, existential threats (Chaos, massive Beastmen warherds, massive Waaaghs that break through Black Fire Pass, etc) with Laurelorn on an Empire-wide basis, on the grounds that any major threat to Laurelorn definitely threatens the Empire as a whole.
 
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"Your defiance will amount to nothing! Die! Decay! Rot! All for NURGLE!"

"What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Elector Counts, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Chaos, and I have over 3 confirmed daemon perma-death kills. I am trained in drunken warfare and I'm the top swordsman in the entire Empire. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me behind an army of daemons? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of elven archmages across the Old World and your soul is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Empire and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo."
 
"What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Elector Counts, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Chaos, and I have over 3 confirmed daemon perma-death kills. I am trained in drunken warfare and I'm the top swordsman in the entire Empire. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me behind an army of daemons? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of elven archmages across the Old World and your soul is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Empire and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo."
Even more impressive that Freddie shortens that to one forceful: >>DIE<<
 
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