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He found himself looking at his comrades. Hallan was small and dark, Jenks tall and fair, but despite the differences between them he realised they did not look any more like Guardsmen than either him or Leden. Himself included, they all still looked like what they were – farmboys. Like him, they were all the sons of farmers. So for that matter were most of the men in the regiment. They were all of them farmboys, fresh from the fields and accustomed to lives of peaceful obscurity. The arrival of the induction notices had changed that forever. Now, for better or worse, they found themselves conscripted as Guardsmen. Two thousand green and unproven recruits, sent for basic training at this staging post before they left Jumael IV for good. Two thousand would-be Guardsmen, given over to the tender mercies of men like Sergeant Ferres in the hope they could be made into soldiers by the time they got their first taste of action. What you must know ! Nurgle is the Lord of Decay. It is he who unleashes famine and pestilence upon the mortal worlds. To his followers Nurgle appears as a massively bloated creature, festering with boils and poxes, and surrounded by a cloud of putrid black flies. Nurgle Daemons are the most resilient of all Daemons and their poisonous weapons are able to slay the toughest of foes. |
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