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One of the most adored and favoured grandsons of the Disease God, Eegreb Gourgeguts stands as the one of the head horticulturalists in the entirety of the of the Garden of Nurgle.

Inside the gargantuan rotting body of the beast is a child-minded oaf, a loving and clumsy spirit that stands contrast to his bloated shell. Measuring just shy of seven meters tall, Eegreb is one of the largest beings in the entirety of the Realm of Chaos, his stature alone striking fear into the hearts of demons and mortals alike.

Despite his horrific appearance, Eegreb is at heart a child full of love and mischief, with an affinity for his grandfather’s creations and a love of gardening. The most talented of all of Nurgle’s experimentalists, Eegreb can create a wide array of malicious poisons as if by accident when Nurgle’s scientists may work years for half the results. Eager to impress the grandfather who takes time from his grand schemes to play with his grandson, Eegreb concocts these toxins with love in his mind, as Nurgle rewards him with demonic companions and mortal ‘dollys.’

When not nurturing some of Nurgle’s deadliest megafauna upon his grandfather’s request, Eegreb can be seen rolling around in the grounds of the Courtyard of Rot playing with Plague Hounds and Nurgles in the manner in which a mortal would play with a puppy.

Eegreb can also be seen hugging the megafauna as if they were friends, believing that his affection is what helps the toxic plant life grow. In reality the extremely potent toxins secreted from his body help fertilise the plants forcing growth at an unprecedented rate, much to the annoyance of the far more educated horticulturalists who struggle to achieve similar results against the child that hugs. Outside of gardening Eegreb enjoys the spectacle of gladiatorial combat the most, adoring mortals who he can easily overpower as if they were superheroes on a television set. Trying to emulate his heroes, Eegreb created his own ragtag equipment from the resources available in the garden, including a large spade, a cast iron helmet and a barrel of ‘sticky juice’ to slow his enemies down so that his cumbersome frame can swing upon foe.

Little known to Eegreb the sticky juice is so potent an acid that not only would its contact dissolve all but the most powerful of Nurgle’s demons, but its fumes alone would level entire companies of mortal men, such is the power of his most prized creation. Nurgle has tried to gently prize what would be one of the deadliest toxins from his grandson, but like a selfish child Eegreb clutches to his creation and runs off with it, much to Nurgle’s amusement, who lets his favoured grandson have his toys.

If patrolling garden during a quiet period, Eegreb can be seen twirling his spade as he stumbles around clumsily, thrusting the razor sharp edges into the air as he practices his moves. One of the Empire’s most decorated generals defeated a squad of Blight Knights in hand to hand combat despite being grossly outmatched and outnumbered. With stars in his eyes Eegreb kidnapped the general and took him back to his realm, forcing the general into tutoring the giant imbecile.

Protesting the idea of working with Chaos and witnessing the genuine sadness in the demon’s demeanour, the General eventually changed his mind when the Blightknights he embarrassed in the mortal realms came for revenge once they learned he was in the warp, but Eegreb crushed them underfoot and fed them to his stomach, protecting his ‘friend’ and idol. Keeping his idol safe from the horrors of the Gardens of Nurgle and immunising him against the diseases, Eegreb became a competent fighter quickly, his love for his new friend growing intensely. After many years of tutelage, Eegreb released his friend from the warp back into the mortal realms as a thank you, giving the general a pure white flower whose nectar would cure the ailments of any disease within the garden. When the Gardens of Nurgle come under threat from Mortals and demons alike, Eegreb sees this as an attack on his friends and family, and is sent into an unbridled child-like rage that has earned a certain fondness from Khorne himself, with Eegreb more than once crushing a Bloodthirster underfoot. Now Eegreb patrols his grandfather’s gardens tending to the crops, frolicking in the fields with his nurgling buddies and longing to make more friends of the Mortal Kind.

Now that is disgustingly sweet looking.

Disgusting.

Aww, how sweet. Also frikkin' revolting.

How did you build him?

Aw, i like the story, and the model is amazing. And his little smile.

Love the story behind this guy