The Nurgle-worshipping beasts of a Pestilent Throng see their god as the rotter of civilisations and the eroder of realms. They are the bearers of his disease, and the agents of his entropy. As they continue to worship him, their bodies become host to plagues and parasites, growing ever more bloated and corpulent. Their skin erupts in multitudinous pustules and their sagging flesh rots away to leave weeping open sores. To simply look at these creatures induces vomiting in many hardened warriors, and the stench of decay that hangs in thick clouds around them can take the breath out of their enemy’s lungs. Rotfrays are made entirely of Pestilent Throngs. Though riddled with poxes, the Nurglesque beasts lose none of their strength, and their warpaths through the civilised lands are devastating, and leave naught but rot and decomposing bodies in their wake. Where they are met with resistance, the warriors of a Pestilent Throng charge heedlessly into battle, determined to either hack apart the enemy or to die as martyrs. Those beasts who are cut down explode in showers of rancid flesh foetid pus, imparting their infections to their foes as a final dying gift.