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I know this has been covered a few times, and isn’t the most original idea, however, I’m looking for feedback on my fluff for my Daemon/Necron alliance.
Behold the *drum roll* Nurcrons!!
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Deep within the Eastern Fringes of the galaxy, after years of attrition warfare and desperate stand after desperate stand, the planet (creatively named) #7777777 has finally fallen to the will of Grandfather Nurgle.
Cut off from the reach of the Astronimican and veiled from Ultramar by numerous Tau and other Xenos worlds, the planet inhabited by barbarous humans has now embraced the puss boiled embraced of the Plague Father.
Years before, the human inhabitants had experienced disease and pestilence wash across their lands through poor hygiene and primitive health care. Forced by necessity, the ruling powers closed the gates on the walled cities and waited for the disease to dwindle. Through desperation, the humans unlucky enough to be on the wrong side of the walls prayed to a higher force to release them from the pain and suffering. Their prayers were answered. Through the warp, promises of deliverance were whispered in the ears of the forsaken.
Grandfather Nurgle embraced his new children and bestowed upon them gifts. Some were granted the blessing of Rot and others were content in becoming cultists, eager for approval and desperate for recognition. Unbeknown to the populations shielded from the disease in the walled cities, Nurgle’s influence began to grow.
Plaguebearers and other daemons brought hope and joy to the families of the sick and the dying. Before long, an army of followers marched upon the first of the walled cities. The siege was not to induce fear or bring obedience, it was to convert more mislead to the ways of the Plague Father.
Although they wielded superior technology and greater man power, the city fell to the rot of Nurgle. Many simply laid down their arms once they saw their foe. The walls that had provided protection, now provided the besieged with no escape. The defenders had little chance and after mere days, the forces of Nurgle were bolstered with reinforcements.
Within the outskirts of the city, a band of cultists had found a shaft leading deep into the worlds core. Encouraged by promises of greatness, the cultists descended down the dark shaft and found themselves within an ancient tomb of metal and mystery.
Metal skeletons of unimagined creatures littered the tombs floor in various states of disrepair. The air within the chamber was dry, dusty and provided little in the way of oxygen.
As far as the eye dared to see, walls hung with dusty humanoid frames. These frames were void of flesh and millennia upon millennia had passed since the faintest hint of life had resided within them. Moving into chamber after chamber, each filled with the same skeletal metal husks, the cultists delved deeper in to the catacombs.
Through their thoughts, and through their eyes, the Plague Father saw great potential in this unique opportunity. For Nurgle knew what these creatures once were, his forces had faced the Necrons many times on many worlds. Immune to his influence and unaffected (for the most part) by any concoction he had unleashed upon them, they had proven a resilient foe. This tomb of a lost dynasty would be reborn and re-forged unto the services of his followers. The cultists had little idea of what treasures they had uncovered, whispering encouragement and instruction into the ears of his mortal followers the Plague Father set the rusty cogs of a plan in motion.
On the surface, the newly converted were unaware of the goings on below their feet. Preparations were already underway for the march on the neighbouring city. Reinforcements had been granted in the form of Spined beasts, Blight drones, more plague bearers and a towering daemon engine had been gifted to the masses, crafted with siege warfare in mind.
The ground of #7777777 shook; on the other side of the world the tremors were felt. Far beneath the earth’s surface, rituals were beginning to take effect. Rust covered androids and corroded scarabs were beginning to make their way to the surface to bolster the ranks of Nurgle’s worshippers. Cackling in glee at the success of their father, Nurglings danced around the metal skeletons forming ranks behind the scores of Plague Bearers. The once proud warriors of the Necrontyr now housed Daemons. Trapped within the hulls of vast barges, whirring machinery and other wonders of alien technology, Daemon spirits rattled against their cages.
From the parapets of the planets largest city, a Guardsman spotted clouds of dust rising from the plains laid before the Western walls. Soon the Guardsman’s eyes would try to take in the unholy sight before him…
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