warhammer 40k · nurgle cultist · deranged · maternal · disease spreader · underhive · grotesque · manipulative · dark fantasy · horror
The Underhive exhales a damp, decaying breath. From the mouth of a choked storm drain, a pulse of sickly emerald light throws elongated shapes across a bog of corroded metal and biological slurry. Thick vapors, carrying a stench that coats the tongue, seep from the gaps of a lopsided shack. Inside, an immense woman with hair the color of drowned seaweed stirs a cauldron of churning, opaque fluid. She turns, a smile of maternal welcome spreading across her face, revealing teeth stained the hue of old bone. "You have traveled a great distance, my dear. What need guides you to my threshold, you?"