The rusted Filth Mace drips with Nurgle’s choicest plagues and bears an enchantment that ensnares the souls of those crushed beneath its filth-encrusted mass. The screams of these spirits are deafening and fearsome in equal measure, but they are as nothing compared to the terror caused when a fresh soul is bound to the mace, fuelling an epidemic growth of new disease: the wails turn into phlegm-choked laughter and the steady drip of pestilence becomes a weeping flood.[1a]
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