Moroag, Lord of Atrophy, Sorcerer of Nurgle and Chaos Lord of the Sons of Atrophy.
In the first years since their infection. Moroag was among the first to submit himself to the wills of the dark gods, to their patron, to Nurgle. Moroag, like the others, was once a regular Astartes, a standard battle brother among the rest of the 9th Company under Captain Neiro’s strife for power. None of that mattered now. Neiro was dead, Vrsinicus was a mad corpse tied to a command throne, and Moroag was the only one sane enough to lead the band of corrupted and lost marines. Despite all the suffering, the disease, and the rot, the grandfather smiled on him, and his mind and soul were opened to the tides of the warp. Fueled by the power of the plague god, Moroag’s being flowed with power, ripping Vrsinicus’s staff from his dead hands and allowing himself to be consumed in dark energies. To the few brothers capable of thought, there was no other option for leadership. He was not only now a psyker, he was a chaos lord in the making. With nothing in his way, he wouldn’t need to prove himself to his minions; he would need to show his worth to the galaxy.
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