The Garden of Nurgle

This unwholesome realm is home to every pox and affliction imaginable and is alive with the stench of rot․ This 'garden' is not a barren wasteland‚ but rather a macabre paradise of death and pestilence․ A thick sheet of buzzing swarms of black‚ furry flies litter the sky‚ and twisted‚ rotten boughs entangled with grasping vines cover the mouldering ground‚ beneath an insect-ravaged canopy of leaves․