Pestigors, those Beastmen who have been especially blessed since birth by Nurgle, the Chaos God of disease and despair, are renowned and feared among their kind. They are a repugnant foe: their hide splits from a hundred lesions, ichor runs from their eyes and mouths, and their fangs and horns blacken with rot.[2a]

Their spoor harbours foul contagions, and folklore has it that on dark nights they creep from the forests of the Old World to spoil crops, infect farm-beasts, and sicken peasants by spreading their dung around settlements.[2a]