Nurgle’s creed requires its followers to embrace the inevitability of rot and decay, and those frustrated with the stress and rigours of life are easily tempted. Let’s be honest, we’ve all been there, and even noble cavaliers are not immune. Those who are worn out by duty and the endless struggle for survival often fall into deep ennui – only to be relieved by the grace of Nurgle and become Sloven Knights.
These bloated gallants are a parody of their former selves, clad in once-fine regalia now threaded with mildew and rot, while their steeds are lumpen and slothful beasts draped in moth-eaten caparisons. The Sloven Knights exude an enervating pall that can reduce the finest warriors to sedentary dullards and, their foe neutralised, they lumber forth with brutal flails and hammers to pummel armour and flesh alike.
