Plague-Lord Festus, by Todd Swanson
Festus rose through the ranks of the Purge quickly, his hearty constitution proving strong against the crippling rewards of Nurgle's favor. Single minded in his pursuit to end all life, countless numbers have fallen from the corruption he's spread. The armor of Festus creaks and strains to contain his bloated form. Maggots and open sores dot the surface of his exposed flesh, and a sickly ichor oozes from the joints and recesses of his filth encrusted armor. He brandishes the massive, two-handed censer mace End's Breath, the head of which fumes with a foul, toxic vapor.
