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My Nurgle army is lead by a Daemon Prince aligned with Rotigus, they are the Three Winds Trading Company.

They travel from port to port offering to do scabwork or to do services cheap as possible, in the dead of night they move boxes and load or unload ships, also unloading boxes infested with rot or nurglings. Dockyards and Warehouses become cult hubs for summoning rituals and no one asks questions becaise they work cheap and the jobs get done.

The Headcook is an exalted rotbringer who is infested with bugs and other things he personally adds to his soup. (Instead of a feculent gnarlmaw I have the ogor pot and my 2nd gnarlmaw is a little serving shack for food) the leader ascended and became a daemon prince, in turn because he works with Rotigus as a patron whom sends the vile winds of Nurgle to push their ships around.

When the job is done they leave, but should anyone catch on or they are caught, warriors dredge out from the scum of the shoreline having waited, beasts dredge out from the depths of the frigates carrying them, nurglings burst forth from shipping crages!

The armys motto: Three bells, and alls not well.