The Blessed Sons are mortals who have embraced the gifts of Grandfather Nurgle so completely that they can no longer conceive of them as anything but blessings. To these Rotbringers every weeping boil is a decoration, every fever a mark of favour, every new affliction a promotion in the ranks of the beloved. They wear their diseases as a decorated general wears his medals, and count a body not yet begun to rot a body the Grandfather has not yet noticed.
There is a dreadful contentment to such warriors that unnerves even other servants of Chaos. The Blessed Sons feel no pain and fear no death, holding that to die of Nurgle's gifts is merely to be gathered into the Garden they have loved all their lives. They march to war bloated, buzzing, and beatific, swinging rust-pitted blades with the placid cheer of pilgrims who know they are already home. Only one thing can rouse a Blessed Son to true offence: the offer of a cure. To cleanse a plague, lance a boil, or drive out the rot they hold to be blasphemy of the vilest kind, an attack not on their bodies but on their salvation. Physicians and priests of healing, more than any warrior, are the foes they hunt with something like hatred, for such folk would steal the only wealth they have ever wanted.
Order of battle
The Blessed Sons field the units of the Maggotkin of Nurgle, a detachment from the roster:
Other Maggotkin of Nurgle formations
Drowned MenGutrot Spume's sea-rotted reavers: a fleet of barnacled hulks that slide out of fog banks with sails full of flies. The Drowned Men strike where no army stands ready, smother coastal cities in rot, and are gone with the tide, leaving harbours where the water itself has sickened.
Munificent WanderersDaemon pilgrims of the Garden who treat contagion as charity, roaming the realms on endless missionary circuits. Their tallybands arrive droning hymns of welcome and depart leaving whole regions blessed, for the Wanderers believe no one should be denied the Grandfather's generosity, least of all those who refuse it.
The BefouledWhere other legions attack peoples, the Befouled attack places. They are methodical desecrators who poison wells, sour soil, and rot the roots of the world so the Garden can push through, annexing whole valleys for Nurgle's realm one blighted spring at a time.
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