Introduction
'Great Virulax...' - wheezed the Bringer of the Pox. 'We are getting dangerously close to Lethis. Surely the defenders will not let our passage be unforgiven...'
'Oh come now, Bringer' - said Virulax, affectionately stroking the twisted branches of a freshly risen Feculent Gnarlmaw. 'This land will barely know our blessings. And we will not cross into the city proper. It stinks of death, but not of rebirth... it is an abhorrent place. This whole realm is dead. I long to bring life to it, but alas...'
Over the hill, the forested land gave way to a small cluster of buildings. Virulax grinned, speech forgotten. There will be humans there, and they will know the gifts of the Grandfather. Unless... Virulax scoffed. The blessedly putrescent scents in the air were disrupted by the sharp tang of freshly struck lightning. The Great Unclean One pulled itself up, brandishing weapons.
'On guard, children! Stormcast...'