Seriously, what does Tzeentch have that Nurgle can’t corrupt and take as his own? You don’t mess with big daddy. Not if you want your sense of smell to work properly. Does Tzeentch have any Elven gods locked up his realm suffering the eternal torture of endless plagues, poxes, and diseases?
No, no he doesn’t. Because Tzeentch is a pussy. Well, not as much of a pussy as Slaanesh, but still.
Raven Host! Unchain your alliance to the Lord of Change and revel in the mortality Father Nurgle holds in his grasp. I give you the NEW classes of the realm of Chaos!
Your new Warlord, a Demon Prince of Nurgle!
Zealots of Nurgle, spreaders of disease and infectors of flesh!
Marauders of Nurgle, retribution for all you left-handed sympathizers out there!
The Chosen of Nurgle, no finer warrior than one filled to the brim with maggots and worms and then stuffed into a suit of plate!
Finally, the Magus of Nurgle, no longer do you have to suffer that ridiculous disk of Tzeentch!