Festus the Leechlord Festus is the Leechlord of Nurgle. Woe betide the fool who crosses him, for he is not above force-feeding his latest concoctions to his victims in his quest to bring even more repugnant forms of life into the world.

Festus is largely made up of layers of fat, immense jowls, and boil-infested skin. His helpless victim kneels before him with his head snapped back, his jaws wide open, clawing his throat with a bony hand. Whatever filthy substance Festus is forcing down his neck has ended up burning through the poor man’s guts, which have since erupted across his thighs. As well as wearing an apron, on Festus’s back sits an immense vat of flesh, offal and marginally more coherent body parts, all of which is helpfully (and probably mindlessly) tended to by a slimy, one-eyed Nurgling. Finally, a tentacle unfurls from Festus to grip a staff that is caked with skulls, fungus, parchment and a quill. It is rare to see a more disgusting model grace the tabletop.