Humiliation amongst the Blightkings today as it is revealed that Sumpson Rottoe is not a sworn worshiper of the Plague God, but instead a particularly odorous individual who got press-ganged by accident.

“I was just sitting outside my farm house playing a game of Battlesword when they came,” Rottoe confided exclusively to the Azyr Weekly from a safe distance. “A column of the fellows came marching up, gave me a sniff, and started burbling at me. I didn’t know what was going on, so I just nodded and grunted back. Next thing I know they were tossing me spare bits of armour and pulling me into line with them. It was all downhill from there really.”

This is not an uncommon experience amongst the Plague Legions, according to experts, with many worshippers rendered blind by disease or particularly aggressive flies. For individuals not wishing to be conscripted into the Bubonic Battalions, the Order of Azyr recommends regular bathing and the wearing of anti-odour liquids purchasable from your local apothecary.

Confusion reigns in Nurgle’s Garden today as foot soldiers and generals alike clash in a war of words to untangle what has become a fundamentally unintuitive hierarchy.

The issue was first raised by the Blightkings, who felt that their title put them on at least equal footing to the Blightlords, if not higher, and thus deserved an increased mucus ration. This was resisted by the Blightlords, whose numbers are formed solely of veteran Blightkings and see themselves as being above their compatriots. A nearby Lord of Blights attempted to solve the dilemma, but instead found themselves fending off Blightlords who saw themselves as being on equal standing.

This in-fighting has drawn the attention of Grandfather Nurgle himself, who has gathered a stinkmoot of his favoured Great Unclean Ones to solve the issue. Suggestions have included demoting the Blightkings to Blightdukes, issuing Blightlords with staggeringly large and authoritative hats, and flattening the hierarchy to form a sort of choleric commune. All agree that it is imperative to avoid the ‘Skullblood Syndrome’ suffered by Khorne’s legions, whose ranks remain all but indistinguishable to an outside eye.

Despite their widespread use amongst Nurgle’s daemonic legions, and their recent adoption by the Pusgoyle Blightlords, there is growing discontent amongst the Plague God’s followers surrounding their use of Rot Fly mounts.

“I’d much rather have a horse,” confided a Blightlord who spoke on the condition of anonymity. “The droning of these things is really hard on the ears, and they only live for a few days anyway. I spend more time replacing my mount than actually riding it!”

The Azyr Weekly can exclusively report that no cost-benefit report was completed before Nurgle mandated the use of Rot Flies, nor were there any consultation periods or feedback sessions. The choice appears to have been driven primarily through aesthetic considerations, a consistent weakness of the Ruinous Powers.

Despite the protestations however change seems to be actively resisted within the Garden. Despite this followers are looking at their situation optimistically, with one plague daemon advising “It could be worse. We could be riding snails.”