Plaguebearers are born of a grim arithmetic: when a mortal perishes of Nurgle's Rot, their soul sinks into the Garden and buds anew from its soil as one of the Grandfather's own. Cyclopean, single-horned, and gravely dutiful, they form the endless tallybands that anchor Nurgle's legions, trudging forward beneath rusted bells while their plagueswords carve fevers into everything they touch.
Their obsession is the Tally — the counting of every disease, symptom, and gift the Grandfather has ever bestowed. Plaguebearers drone their census without pause, a maddening chant that settles over battlefields like fog, and theirs is a labour without end, for Nurgle brews new poxes faster than they can ever be numbered. The tallybands find this endlessly reassuring. There will always be more work.
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