Furgol Goes Forth

He’s fat. He’s filthy. He’s favoured by Nurgle. Meet Furgol—a one-eyed, grease-matted cat squatting in the drains of Eisenbad, a city that’s already halfway to hell and slipping fast. He’s not on a quest. He’s not looking for redemption. He’s here to ruin everything. Armed with fleas, flatulence, and divine indifference, Furgol spreads glorious decay wherever he waddles—shitting on altars, cursing priests, and leaving heresy in every pawprint. The faithful fear him. The unfaithful try to pet him. All will suffer. This is not a tale of good versus evil. This is a tale of bad versus worse… and the worse has mange. Slapstick. Profane. Hilarious. Furgol goes forth.