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The Excremental Herd

The Excremental Herd have been wandering the realms for many years, following Beastlord Grolghur Festerhorn as he seeks to lead them home to Nurgle's Garden. Yet their quest has not met with much success and so Grolghur has decided that his herd is not yet ready to reach the sacred land of the grandfather and so seeks to create an event of epic befoulment to prove to Papa Nurgle that they are worthy to come home. 

The herd has come to the Lost Isle of Concendia, to see if the apparently unspoilt paradise is the place where such an act could be perpetrated.

This is one of three explorers seeking to discovery the mystery that lies at the heart of the Concendia as part of Narrative Labs' interactive Age of Sigmar narrative campaign "Path to Glory Discovery" and you can support them through your own submissions and by joining their inner circle of advisors and spies. If you want to join their Inner Circle, head over to Narrative Labs' Discord channel, and post your intent in the Path to Glory Discovery "Join-an-inner-circle" Channel.

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