Presenting the Warband: Rothgar the Bloated

Let's continue with the description of my warband's background, but first I would like to thank you all for watching my blog! I couldn't imagine that in less of a week I could have my blog visualized by more than 700 people! This makes me really happy and helps me to find the strenght to go on working!

But let's return in topic, I'll now present you the story of my nurgle seer, Rothgar the Bloated (a.k.a. Little Fairy in my group lol):

- Rothgar the Bloated:

Near Kergal's tribe, was rumored to be a fearsome sorcerer that lived lonely in a little hut hidden in a wood of rotting trees, performing experiments and foul rituals. Sometimes the strongest men from the North tribes tried to reach his house to take his head for the favor of the Gods, but even thought lots of marauders joined these quests, noone ever returned from that wood. It's told that for every man that entered the wood of the sorcerer, a new rotting tree was planted.
This warlock was a Nurgle worshipper from and old cult, the cult of Nurgleth and nobody knows that the trees that surrounded his little hut were not planted when someone entered the wood, but were actually the people who dared join his decayed realm, brutally disfigured in a moaning and rotting tree.
Rothgar was is name, and his appeareance was horrible as it was his dark magic. A bloated body full of buboes and rotting wounds, a deadly scythe in one hand and a pair of chitinous, bug-like wings on his back, too little to make him flight.
When Kergal was in his tent, body trembling for the fever, Rothgar showed up at the camp. The men of the tribe that attacked him, seeing the foul appeareance of the seer, were reduced to a bubbling mass of goo with a wave of his hand. After the first deaths noone interfered with his doings.
The Nurgle sorcerer walked by Kergal's tent and entered, bending down to ask Kergal a simple question:

"Do you want to live?"

All that Kergal was able to do was a suffering moan. The seer nodded solemnly and standing up walked slowly away from the tent, returning to his hut.
When the marauder rose up with his strenght renewed, the first thing he did was return to his saviour, searching his hut in the wood. The twisted trees bent upon his arrival, creating a safe path to the seer's house, moaning during his walk. He was waiting for him out of the little dwelling.
Rothgar said to Kergal that he was now a favorite of Nurglitch and that he should now be his champion, because the Plague God had great plans for him. He would battle in his name, bringing his gifts among the world, to the Throne of Chaos, because this was his destiny... but only if he proved worthy.
So the seer joined the marauder, he taught him the ways of his Master and guided him along the path of greatness, to the quest of the Throne of Chaos.

Well guys, see you the next time with the story of another member of my warband! =D hope you enjoied it!

Also, I've started a little competition against my MPM Studio colleague: each one of us has to make a sculpt from an artwork we found of the Grim Reaper. Keep reading us for all the progresses! =)