Introduction
For Virulax, the banishment inflicted by the Stormcast could not last long. He had a job to do.
In the garden of Nurgle, he paused but for a minute - a moment? an eternity? - to admire the churning seas of filth, the putrid vegetation sprawling across the muck, and the toiling legions of the endlessly suffering. He took heart from their despair, and resolved to get back to his sacred tasks at once.
Battleplan: Cornered!
Virulax swam leisurely through the muck filled void between realms. He look neither left, nor right, ignoring the Plaguebearers accompanying him. They tried to get his attention, but the Great Unclean One had his mind set on his goal. Finally, he grabbed the firmament of reality in both slimy hands, and ripped it apart.
'Greetings, children! I am back' - laughed Virulax, looking around ...
... staring into the blank face of a confused Beastman.
'What's this? This is not where I am meant to be!'
A Plaguebearer answered in a wheezy voice.
'We tried to tell you, Great One, but-'
'Silence, child! Pick up your blade. We will spread the will of Nurgle, here or there. Matters not!'
Nurgle, turn 1
Still disoriented after the transition between realms, Virulax and the small daemonic host charged ahead, raising their banners and instruments. The beasts, groggy after a night's partying around their new Herdstone, were equally ineffective in their fight back.
Beasts of Chaos, turn 1
But the commotion attracted ever more of the beasts. Their shaman, Bââââh the Humbugger, cut himself deep, letting the Herdstone drink his essence. As the call resonated across the landscape, even more joined the fight.
The capering Nurglings were almost overwhelmed by a horde of enraged beasts.
Swift Tzaangor flew overhead, aiming their discs directly at the interlopers.
Nurgle, turn 2
Realizing the enormity of his mistake, Virulax turned to escape. With a barrage of foul magics, he obliterated Gors and blasted away the Shaman.
Surrounded by his children, he intended to hold out and slowly make his way away.
Aftermath
Alas, it was not meant to be. A combined assault of the Tzaangors left Virulax severely wounded. His rotten constitution gave way under the flurry of beaks, claws and wicked weapons. Not even his Grandfather's Endless Gift could save him.
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