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Nurgle is the name given to the malevolent, demonic deity of decay and despair in the Warhammer and Warhammer 40,000 universes. He is called the Plague Father, the Fly Lord, the Great Corruptor, the Plague Lord, the Master of Pestilence, the Lord of Decay, and sometimes affectionately referred to by his followers as Papa Nurgle or Grandfather Nurgle. Nurgle is one of the four major Ruinous Powers. He is the the oldest of the four, most probably because he is the God of Death and Decay and those two have been part of the galaxy since the beginning. His titles include the Plague Father, Fly Lord, Great Corruptor, Plague Lord, Master of Pestilence, Lord of Decay (the translation of his Dark Tongue name, Nurgh-leth) and represents morbidity, disease and physical corruption. Nurgle is the Great Lord of Decay and the Master of Plague and Pestilence. All things, no matter how solid and permanent they seem, are liable to eventual corruption and death. Even the process of creation is but the precursor to destruction and decay. The bastion of today is tomorrow's ruin, the maiden of the morning is the crone of the night, and the hope of a moment is but the foundation of regret. Though he is the creator of every infection and epidemic to have ever swept the universe, Nurgle is not a morose purveyor of despair and gloom, but a vibrant god of life and laughter. In death, there is life. Upon the decay of the living untold numbers of bacteria, viruses, insects and other carrion-feeders thrive. All life feeds upon other life to exist, and from every plague grows new gener Nurgle's sacred number is seven. He is represented by the colors of green and brown, generally the most putrid variations of each. A number of Nurgle's followers have turned to him from the agony caused by his diseases, the "gifts" he bestows on humanity and the universe on a daily basis. The greatest and worst of these is Nurgle's Rot, responsible for the creation of the Plaguebearers that make up the brunt of his daemonic forces. He is also responsible for kidnapping the Elven/Eldar goddess Isha, using her to test his newest poxes before he unleashes them on the mortal world. Isha, however, secretly whispers the antidote to mortals after her healing so she can keep the world from succumbing to Chaos. Nurgle is the 'Lord of Decay' and one of the four great Gods of Chaos. He is the God of ruin, pestilence, disease and decay. His primary source of power is from the desperation of the sick and suffering. He has many monikers: Neiglen, Onogal and Nurglitch are but some. Nurgle is the Great Lord of Decay and the Master of Plague and Pestilence. His carcase is riddled with disease and infestation. Nurgle is also the Lord of All, because all things, no matter how solid and permanent they seem, are liable to physical corruption. Indeed, the very processes of construction and creation foreshadow destruction and decay. The palace of today is tomorrow's ruin, the maiden of the morning is the crone of the night, and the hope of a moment is but the foundation stone of everlasting regret. Nurlge's appearance is mirrored in his Greater Daemons, the Great Unclean Ones. Titolo: Dio della Decadenza Allineamento: Neutrale Malvagio Classe: Disperati, stanchi del mondo, i seguaci di Nurgle cercano un conforto dal loro mal di vivere, e lo trovano nella decadenza infinita a cui il loro dio li sottopone. Sacerdozio: Non ordinato, in genere i seguaci di Nurgle seguono il leader piu' misericordioso e antico tra di loro, nonche' il piu' attivo nel diffondere la decadenza. Domini da Chierico: Vegetale, Male, Protezione Templi: Clandestini, nascosti nelle rovine nelle paludi o nei sotterranei delle grandi citta'. [[Archivo:Caos_dios_del_caos_nurgle.jpg|thumb|390px|Nurgle, Dios del Caos]]Nurgle es uno de los cuatro grandes Poderes Ruinosos. Recibe los títulos de Señor de las Moscas, Gran Corruptor, Amo de la Pestilencia y Señor de la Putrefacción (traducción de su nombre en la Lengua Oscura, Nurgh-leth), y representa la morbidez, la enfermedad y la corrupción física.

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Nurgle's sacred number is seven. He is represented by the colors of green and brown, generally the most putrid variations of each. Nurgle is the name given to the malevolent, demonic deity of decay and despair in the Warhammer and Warhammer 40,000 universes. He is called the Plague Father, the Fly Lord, the Great Corruptor, the Plague Lord, the Master of Pestilence, the Lord of Decay, and sometimes affectionately referred to by his followers as Papa Nurgle or Grandfather Nurgle. He is one of four chief deities in the pantheon of Chaos Gods; these alien beings are the object of worship by the mortal forces of Chaos, and in turn direct the forces of Chaos to their own ends. These gods seek to destroy and envelop the mortal universe and replace it with their own twisted version of reality. Nurgle was born from the mortal reactions to imminent suffering and death (the most common being despairing acceptance and morbidly cheerful fatalism), and embodies the eternal cycle of creation and destruction. He is the chaos god of death and rebirth to tenebrous life, despair and acceptance, rot and decay, and destruction and stagnation. His forces are infamous as legions of diseased followers and demons, which are invariably physically twisted with disease and horribly grotesque. An army loyal to Nurgle is a disgusting sight who takes their horrible conditions as a twisted "blessing". Despite his evil nature Nurgle is often considered the most paternal of the chaos gods who watches over his followers like children; though like all chaos deities, he is a twisted god whose blessings are hazardous at best. While Nurgle and his daemonic legions are some of the most horrifying creatures to come from the nether realms, their dispositions, in contrast, are jovial and friendly. As a god of suffering, Nurgle and his followers delight in bestowing his "gifts" to enemies and unsuspecting populations, seeing (or perhaps interpreting) their cries of agony as gratitude. Nurgle is one of the four major Ruinous Powers. He is the the oldest of the four, most probably because he is the God of Death and Decay and those two have been part of the galaxy since the beginning. His titles include the Plague Father, Fly Lord, Great Corruptor, Plague Lord, Master of Pestilence, Lord of Decay (the translation of his Dark Tongue name, Nurgh-leth) and represents morbidity, disease and physical corruption. Of the four Gods of Chaos, Nurgle is said to be the most involved with the plight of mortals. Those afflicted by his contagions often turn to him in order to escape their suffering. The physical likeness of Nurgle is described as gigantic and bloated with corruption, with foul-coloured, leathery and necrotic skin. Nurgle can also be regarded as the Lord of All, because all things, no matter how solid and permanent they seem, are liable to physical corruption. Nurgle is the 'Lord of Decay' and one of the four great Gods of Chaos. He is the God of ruin, pestilence, disease and decay. His primary source of power is from the desperation of the sick and suffering. As is the case with all immaterial entities, Nurgle has no physical form. His appearance in the eyes of mortals is nothing more than a manifestation of their self contrived conceptions of him. He is usually seen a fetid, bloated being, with pale green skin and deep wounds on his flesh. Another legend with traction is that Nurgle is actually a great mountain of rot and refuse deep in the Realm of Chaos. He has many monikers: Neiglen, Onogal and Nurglitch are but some. Titolo: Dio della Decadenza Allineamento: Neutrale Malvagio Classe: Disperati, stanchi del mondo, i seguaci di Nurgle cercano un conforto dal loro mal di vivere, e lo trovano nella decadenza infinita a cui il loro dio li sottopone. Sacerdozio: Non ordinato, in genere i seguaci di Nurgle seguono il leader piu' misericordioso e antico tra di loro, nonche' il piu' attivo nel diffondere la decadenza. Domini da Chierico: Vegetale, Male, Protezione Templi: Clandestini, nascosti nelle rovine nelle paludi o nei sotterranei delle grandi citta'. Descrizione: Conosciuto anche come Nurglitch, Onogal, Neiglen e molti altri nomi. Nurgle è colui che scatena nel mondo carestie e pestilenze. Per i suoi seguaci appare come una creatura spaventosamente rigonfia, ulcerata da foruncoli e vesciche e circondata da scuri nugoli di mosche, ognuna che ostenta sul carapace il simbolo della divinità. La sua pelle è strappata e dalle interiora esposte spuntano orde di nurglini. Nurgle si compiace di ogni nuova malattia eruttiva e tra tutti gli dei è quello che più si interessa alle condizioni dei suoi seguaci mortali. Nurgle è rappresentato come un dio benevolo, quasi gioviale, spesso chiamato Padre o Nonno Nurgle. Mentre gli stolti miscredenti possono gemere digrignare i denti e strapparsi i capelli quando la pestilenza spazza la terra e villaggi e cittadine cadono in rovina sommersi dai cadaveri putrescenti ed infetti, quanti sono votati a Nurgle ridono, ammirando le grandi opere compiute da loro padrone. Ai suoi Campioni Nurgle elargisce doni di pestilenza e malattia. La devastazione fisica li protegge dalla morte e dalla disperazione della vita poiché ormai assuefatti al dolore e al disagio. Nurgle fa imputridire i loro corpi, ma il loro spirito li sostiene, ove mortali meno dotati morirebbero. I templi dedicati a Nurgle sono i luoghi dove gli appestati e i malati si riuniscono per morire, oltre alle strutture nascoste dove i seguaci delle malattie pregano e preparano la diffusione dei contagi. Le preghiere a Nurgle sono le grida di dolore dei sofferenti e dei morribondi. Sono i mortali che cercano protezione dalla devastazione delle malattie, dalla vecchiaia, dalle febbri e dalle ferite a rivolgersi al Dio della Decadenza. Sono coloro che hanno accettato la futilità di sfidare Nurgle e l'inevitabile dissipazione che porta con se, così abbracciano le delizie del disfacimento e della malattia, i piaceri dell'entropia e della rovina. L'aggettivo per riferirsi a qualcosa di proprio per questo dio è "Nurglesco". Runa: tre sfere putrescenti unite a formare un triangolo. Altri simboli sono mosche, fauci spalancate e calici disgustosi. I suoi seguaci indossano vesti e armature dipinte con malsane sfumature di giallo, verde e marrone. [[Archivo:Caos_dios_del_caos_nurgle.jpg|thumb|390px|Nurgle, Dios del Caos]]Nurgle es uno de los cuatro grandes Poderes Ruinosos. Recibe los títulos de Señor de las Moscas, Gran Corruptor, Amo de la Pestilencia y Señor de la Putrefacción (traducción de su nombre en la Lengua Oscura, Nurgh-leth), y representa la morbidez, la enfermedad y la corrupción física. Nurgle is the Great Lord of Decay and the Master of Plague and Pestilence. All things, no matter how solid and permanent they seem, are liable to eventual corruption and death. Even the process of creation is but the precursor to destruction and decay. The bastion of today is tomorrow's ruin, the maiden of the morning is the crone of the night, and the hope of a moment is but the foundation of regret. Though he is the creator of every infection and epidemic to have ever swept the universe, Nurgle is not a morose purveyor of despair and gloom, but a vibrant god of life and laughter. In death, there is life. Upon the decay of the living untold numbers of bacteria, viruses, insects and other carrion-feeders thrive. All life feeds upon other life to exist, and from every plague grows new generations, stronger and more virile than those who came before. Regeneration comes from decay, just as hope springs from despair. The greatest inspiration comes in the darkest moments; in times of crisis mortals are truly tested and driven to excel. To understand what might otherwise seem contradictory or even perverse in nature, one must first comprehend that which Nurgle embodies. On the one hand, he is the Lord of Decay, whose body is wracked with disease; on the other, he is full of unexpected energy and a desire to organise and enlighten. The citizens of the Imperium know full well that their lives will end one day and that many of their number will live with disease or other torments in the meantime, yet they drive this knowledge deep into the corners of their minds and bury it with dreams and ceaseless activity. Nurgle is the embodiment of that knowledge of mortality and the unconscious response of all sentient beings to the knowledge of their own ending. He is the hidden fear of disease and decay, the gnawing truth of mortality and the power of defiance that it generates. Nurgle himself takes the form of a titanic flesh-hulk riddled with decay and pestilence. His gigantic carcass is bloated with corruption and exudes an overpowering stench that gnaws the mind. His skin is greenish, leathery and necrotic, its surface abundant with running sores, swelling boils and fruitful infestation. Nurgle's gurgling and pulsating organs are rank with the excrement of decay, spilling and spurting through his ruptured skin to hang like obscene fruit around his girth. From these organs burst swarms of tiny Nurglings that chew on Grandfather Nurgle's rotting intestines and suck upon his bountiful, noxious juices. Every single human being in the galaxy has been touched by Nurgle's foetid hand at some point. Countless trillions are host to his malignant, invisible creations, which corrupt their physical forms and sow despair in their minds. Interplanetary traffic ensures that contagious diseases are carried from world to world by the ignorant, the wilful and the strong. As Nurgle's gifts multiply in full-blown pandemics, his power reaches a peak. Whole star systems -- even whole sectors -- are quarantined as plague runs rife across the stars. Proud civilisations wither away even as Grandfather Nurgle conjures obscene new life from their remains. Wherever there are plague pits and mass graves, the rotting splendour of Nurgle shines through. Despite his consistent generosity, only an enlightened few truly embrace Nurgle's greatness among men and aliens. Yet his worshippers exist in numbers enough to ensure his daemon servants access the material dimension wherever plague abounds. This is just as well, for of all the Chaos Gods, it is Nurgle who most appreciates the personal touch. Nurgle's sacred number is seven, his colours are those of rot and ruin, waste and vomit, mucus and pus. Nurgle also embodies the will of Mankind to struggle on no matter what opposes it, albeit perversely. Suffering, death, pain: human beings push these things from their minds and try to forget them by living in the moment in the hope that the future will be a better one. For this reason Nurgle, his daemons and mortal followers usually demonstrate a disturbing joy at the pestilence that he inflicts, seeing the plagues as gifts and the cries of their victims as gratitude for the strength to overcome the obstacles of a mortal life rather than agony. The Plague Lord is often referred to as "Grandfather Nurgle," "Father Nurgle" or "Papa Nurgle" by his followers because of this hideous paternal stance. He is represented by the colours of green and brown, generally the most putrid variations of each. It has recently been uncovered by the Eldar Harlequins that Nurgle is in possession of the Eldar Goddess Isha (whom he rescued from Slaanesh's imprisonment), and imprisoned her within his realm in the Warp. Nurgle utilises her for his experiments, creating new contagions and diseases to spread into the material universe. With her divine powers of healing, Isha quickly regenerates from these tests, although Nurgle gleans what information is desired from the temporary effects. It is said that, secretly, she whispers the cures to those diseases to the mortals of the universe. A number of Nurgle's followers have turned to him from the agony caused by his diseases, the "gifts" he bestows on humanity and the universe on a daily basis. The greatest and worst of these is Nurgle's Rot, responsible for the creation of the Plaguebearers that make up the brunt of his daemonic forces. He is also responsible for kidnapping the Elven/Eldar goddess Isha, using her to test his newest poxes before he unleashes them on the mortal world. Isha, however, secretly whispers the antidote to mortals after her healing so she can keep the world from succumbing to Chaos. Nurgle is the Great Lord of Decay and the Master of Plague and Pestilence. His carcase is riddled with disease and infestation. Nurgle is also the Lord of All, because all things, no matter how solid and permanent they seem, are liable to physical corruption. Indeed, the very processes of construction and creation foreshadow destruction and decay. The palace of today is tomorrow's ruin, the maiden of the morning is the crone of the night, and the hope of a moment is but the foundation stone of everlasting regret. What is the response of living men to the undeniable and inevitable futility of life? Is it to lie down and accept death and the coming to naught of their every endeavour? No, it is not! Faced with the inevitability of death, what answer can there be but to run through life at a great and unstoppable pace, cramming each day with hope, laughter, noise, and bustle. Thus, happiness and human endeavour are sired by a coming to terms with decay and futility. This realisation is the key to understanding the Great Lord of Decay and his worshippers. Once we comprehend what it is that the Chaos Power Nurgle embodies, it becomes easier to understand what might otherwise seem a contradictory or even perverse nature. On the one hand, he is the Lord of Decay, whose body is wracked with disease; on the other, he is full of unexpected energy and a desire to organise and enlighten. The living know that they will die and many know that they will live with disease or other torment, yet they drive this knowledge into a corner of their minds and keep it pinioned there with all manner of dreams and activity. Nurgle is the embodiment of that knowledge and of the unconscious response to it, of the hidden fear of disease and decay and of the power of life which the fear generates. Nurlge's appearance is mirrored in his Greater Daemons, the Great Unclean Ones.

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