Breaking news from our music correspondents as we can exclusively reveal that Gloptrop of the Bloatful Tunes, Realms-famous Bilepiper, has dropped his contract with Nurgle and started his transition into becoming a conventional artist.

“It was a definite risk, for sure,” Gloptrop told our reporters. “But I was dying to express my own truth, not just the Grandfather’s, you know? You can only blast dirges to Plaguebearers for so long until you lose your sense of purpose.”

Rumours have it that the musician has been sighted at the famous Bone Abbey recording studio in Shyish, though the Ossiarch Tunekeepers that staff the facility have remained tight lipped. Gloptrop’s publicist has described the upcoming album as ‘an exploration of life-after-plague, delving into the full spectrum of daemonic emotion’. Glotrop’s traditional gutpipes will be joined with Khornate blooddrums, a Slaaneshi screamharp, and an arcane Tzeentchian instrument known as a Moog synthesiser (named for a particularly musical Lord of Change, R’birt Moog).

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.