THE SAGA OF FOULGART BILEROT
FROM CHAMPION TO DEAMON PRINCE

40K3 conversion by Tom and Erik Setzer; Based on 40K2 background and rules by Mike Freeman

With an insane smile, Chaos Lord of Nurgle FoulGart Bilerot swiped his plague sword, wading through the ranks of the Imperial guard. Around him men fell like the flies that buzzed around his enormous Terminator armour that barely contained his massive bulk. Turning to see how the rest his war band was doing, he watched as a phalanx of Deathgaurd spat death from there rusting Bolters. Stepping on bodies and shouting with glee, a Great Unclean One squashed troops that were frozen with fear at his appearance.

An Imperial Guard commander rushed towards Foulgart brandishing a chain sword, yelling his allegiance to his Emperor. Catching the man around his throat with a Lightening claw, Foulgart picked the Commander up with ease. The Great Unclean One waded over and looked down at the to mortals.

“ What are going to do with him?” The deep throaty voice rasped at them.

The Commander looked desperately for an escape as Foulgart thought for a moment. Then looking at the entrails that hanging from the bloated belly of the Greater Deamon, he grabbed at one hanging loosely from tears in the Deamons hide. Pulling it free, whitish, yellow, thick, foul smelling liquid pumped out of it.

“This!” Foulgart declared, shoving it in the mouth of the Commander.

The Deamon laughed as the humans mouth filled with a noxious mixture of puss, vomit and other bodily fluids. Letting go of the mans neck, Foulgart smiled as the Commander fell to the ground, the Deamons entrail worming its way down the mans throat. With both of them watching, the mans body expanded, his armour breaking apart, and then dissolving into a greenish puddle with several little Nurglings playing in the goo.

The Deamon smiled with glowing pride of his devout follower.

“ That was.. imaginative,” The Greater Deamon said.

“ I thought so, With their Commander dead the guards will be easy picking for my..”

Foulgart trailed off as his body started to gurgle loudly. The Greater Deamon looked down at him with a proud smile.

“ I think you better get out of that armour” the Great Unclean One said.

Before Foulgart could do anything, his Terminator armour burst apart, in a swirling cloud of iridescent warp energy, revealing Foulgarts rapidly expanding body. Releasing what was happening, Foulgart spread his arms wide and let a cry of delight as he took his place by the side of the Greater Deamon. A new Deamon Prince of Nurgle, joined the fray with the cheering of his war band.

Gart Bile was a Marine with the Deathgaurd when the heresy started. Caught onboard one there ships in warp when a contagion spread through them. He narrowly avoided infection right up till the beginning of the assault on Terra.
During the long trip to Terra, Gart took samples of the Contagion and grew cultures and experimented upon them in hopes of finding a cure. Weather it was his own mistake or the influence of Nurgle, He turned the contagion into many different forms and making it impossible for a cure to be found. When Gart was infected, his body swelled to an enormous size. His fascination with experiments and investigations were warped into a depraved and gross fetish for torture.

When he and his Legion fled into the Eye of terror. His reputation for varied and disgusting ways of killing prisoners and slaves led to a number of Marines and would be Champions, to side with him and create a notorious War band that raided the fringe planets around the Eye. His usual tactic was to kill the Imperial presence and then let loose several of his own engineered plagues on the rest of the population. For his plagues, Foulgart, as he troops now called him, would use his own body as incubation chamber. Thus on a planet, his very presence would be the source of the infection. On hive world’s, billions of lives would die in an epidemic slaughter.

Foulgart would stay and watch how efficiently the contagion's worked. Making mental note’s on how better to improve them.

After the destruction of a densely populated Hive system, the millions upon billions of death cries of the population bought him to the attention of Nurgle. And when he and his war band moved on to the next Imperial world, Nurgle blessed the battle with presence of several Deamons.

It was during this battle the Nurgle elevated Foulgart to Deamon hood. As a Deamon Prince Foulgarts appearance, is a kin to that of a Great Unclean One. But as in his mortal existence his belly is still the largest part of his bloated, flabby, bulk. When he walks his belly scraps the ground leaving a trail of slime from the protruding inner organs. His very body is a vessel containing countless numbers of plagues and diseases. Nurgling’s follow Foulgart around so they can suck off the noxious fluids within him, they hitch rides on his hugely bloated belly.

When involved his battle, his presence sets loose plagues and diseases at epidemic proportions. When fighting he carries a huge plague sword, his Nurglings squeeze boils and squirt puss over the blade making it even a more deadly weapon.

FOULGART BILE ROT
CHAMPION OF NURGLE

Weapons: Combi-weapon (bolter/meltagun), Lightning Claw, Blight Grenades

Mark and Gifts: Mark of Nurgle, Plague Sword

SPECIAL RULES

Foulgarts body is so full of disease that his body is the source of an extremely nasty virus. This virus cannot be filtered out be any respirator nor can armour stop it. Not even Terminator armour, powered armour or chaos armours, so there is no saving throw. For the virus to take effect, a model has to be within 2” of Foulgart for two or more turns, after which the individual will start to feel rather ill. It effects all aspects of a characters body. (-2 from all characteristics for the rest of the game)

FOULGART BILE ROT
DEAMON PRINCE OF NURGLE

Always has two bases of Nurglings around him that fight independently.

Weapon: Foul Gart's Plague Sword (any hits wound on a 2+ and cause 2 wounds).

Special: Foul Gart has all special rules that apply to Great Unclean Ones.

ENHANCED DISEASE

When Foulgart attained Deamon hood he still carried on his experiments and know with the added power from being a Deamon, he has created a extremely powerful and deadly virus that can literally strip away flesh from a body if expose to the full dosage or can cause horrible but equally deadly effects from a distance.

This virus effects vehicles and buildings.

Within 3” of the Deamon Prince Foulgart all plant life will liquefy in to puddles, vehicles will rust and buildings will start to crumble.

On flesh the maximum range this disease has is six inches, but if the wind is blowing across the battle it can travel further, though it becomes less reliable. This virus cannot be filtered out be any respirator nor can armour stop it. Not even Terminator armour, powered armour or chaos armours, so there is no saving throw

Wind direction in a straight line from Foulgart.

wind strength to calculate distance travelled.
2d6 + 6

Distance travelled. Use a tear drop (12" x 6") shape to calculate who's effected

1-6” dead
7" dead
8" dead
9" dead
10" effected severely nasty symptoms
11" effected severely nasty symptoms
12" effected severely nasty symptoms
13" effected nasty symptoms
14" effected nasty symptoms
15" effected nasty symptoms
16" Effected symptoms
17" Effected symptoms
18" not effected

When it is carried on the wind the following symptoms happen.

Dead.
the victims flesh dissolve as if its been dipped in acid. it less then a second all that's left is a puddle of pink sticky goo.

Severely nasty symptoms
As soon as the virus hits the skin painful purple and green blotches appear, but before the victim can scratch his body starts to bloat. If the person is wearing armour he is soon crushed to death by his expanding body. If not the victims body continues to bloat until it explodes. If a person is infected at the beginning of a turn it takes a whole turn for the above to happen. so for the turn the model cannot move, fire or do anything. At the beginning of the next turn it explodes. Any model hit with the goo is automatically effected and goes through the same process.

Nasty symptoms
This time the victim doesn't explode but instead vomits uncontrollably until he can no longer breath and must roll a D6. 1-3 dies after two full turns, during which time the victim is unable to do anything except stand there and vomit. 4-6 the victim body erupts with green blotches that are painful. He can still move, shoot and take part in the battle but it is painful after two full turns the victim will then start to bloat and will explode as with the nasty symptoms above.

Symptoms
After six turns the victim starts to vomit.
Six turns after that the victim will then start to bloat and will explode as with the nasty symptoms above.

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