Rot finds its way into all corners of the Mortal Realms, and the sweltering tunnels beneath Embergard are fertile ground for the roots of the Garden of Nurgle to take hold, especially under the watchful gaze of the Grandfather’s Gardeners. A gaggle of dour-faced and green-thumbed Plaguebearers, they plod inexorably into combat at the whims of the ever turning cycle of decay, weathering incoming blows with ease. This Mastery warband is governed by the cycle, their abilities and damage output keying off the constant ebb and flow.
