Deep within the warp amongst the endless streams of emotion and fate their is a strom brewing.
Father nurgle had seen this approching.
He sat amongst the festered, sagging pillers of his corrupted mansion beside his cauldron which was supposedly so large it could hold all the oceans in the world.
He gazed out of the gaping hole that the great wood maggots had gnawed into his house (he was very proud of them it had taken them a while to chew through the great corrupted wall) which surved know as his window. He saw the corrupted garden ripe with festered fruit and his beloved children danced under the fly filled sky and rolled amongst the worm coated muck which covered nurgles garden.
His greasy bloated heart filled with pride to see his thousands of children so enjoy the fetid paradise Nurgle had wrought for them. He sat still absorbing the heavenly scents of blight and decay that persisted everywhere in his garden letting his mind drift to the immatirum and the materium to witness the joys of the lives of mortals which he loved so much.
He Was one with the void, like a beetle examining his burrow in the muck for delicious morsels he felt the tides of the warp and emotion flow through him. It was peaceful all was in order he examined the lives of a million people examining each of their lives with his caring patience. He saw the beauty of life as he witnessed the birth of a thousand children, he gazed down upon the diseased hermits forced to dwell in the under hives pleading for mercy begging to be released from this squlaor and here he saw the tranquility of death. He chortled mirthfully when he saw his children those who had seen his truth answering their prayers and raining gifts upon his beloved grandchildren.
He continued his normal routine examining the currents of the warp ….wait...Nurgle thought as he felt an unfamiliar stream of the warp meet with him.
He sensed life. Wild beautiful life but not the same he was used to. Their were humans there, this did not surprise him but their soul was not filled with the passionate hatred and religious fervor which consumed the feeble mortals of the Imperium. But their was also foreign life to which he searched his ancient memory and to which he could not find their names he latched onto this stream following this stream to the a galaxy of which he had no reckoning
