The Muckpit Coral

The emissaries approached carrying a large offering. The putrescent gifts emitted potent odors throughout the area. By the time the delivery had been finished being made, the followers of the Plague God shuffled to the pile in droves. Crackedmorrow needed allies, he needed to expand and the easiest way to do so was not always through war but through diplomacy. By catering to the Nurglish followers he could more easily spread his influence in these lands.

Many of the Nurgle worshipers did partake in the disgusting schmorgesborg gleefully pledging allegiance to one so generous. There were others though that kept their distance, these were the Worm Riders of Muckpit and they respected power over fancy gifts. A challenge was issued, wrangle a Slopsnail and they would join, fail and well “a snail’s gotta eat”.

Soreskin Felltongue agreed to the challenge, he approached the beast carefully, for he had never seen a Slopsnail so big. He checked his pack and reached in, grabbing a vile with flamesalt inside. He carefully rubbed the flamesalt on his hands and thighs, making sure the friction did not ignite it, then he waited. For hours the Slopsnail stared at Felltongue watching for him to approach, but he never did. Felltongue just sat, watching the day turn to night. In the darkness he could barely make out the shape of the Slopsnail, yet he knew it was there, watching. He laid down pretending to sleep, it waited but had grown hungry watching this interloper. It began to approach, Felltongue held still, slowly the Slopsnail towered over him, its maw opened and it engulfed Felltongue. A scream was unleashed as the flamesalts interacted with the beasts skin, bubbles formed and Felltongue was vomited out. The beast made to escape, but the trap had been set. Felltongue regained his footing and climbed aboard the slimy shell. He looped a rope in front of the beast and let it roll over it before pulling tight. The struggle lasted all night.

As the sun arose, there was no sign of Felltongue or the Slopsnail. It was as if they had rode off to lands unknown. Midday approached and the Nurglites began to leave, only Crackedmorrow’s host and the Worm Riders remained. “He’s gone bird, give up” the Worm Rider leader stated, “No not yet, most disgusting one, I know my followers and they go when I allow.” Crackedmorrow replied. Then on the horizon a round shape appeared, “ARRROOOO” Felltongue yelled from the back of the Slopsnail, “See, you were wrong sickened one. Now join me that was our deal.” Crackedmorrow commanded. “Aye, a deal is a deal, that boy earned his flys today”.

Owner= Crackedmorrow
Username= TOGII_U_later
Faction= Grand Alliance Chaos
Kingdom= The Infernal Darkness

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Focus= Military
1. Passively Generate 1RS per week

Settlement Tier= 2
1. Adds 2 to the Siege Attack/Defense Score.
2. Passively Generate 2 RS per week
3. Increases your total renown by 20.