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=== Lesser Members === ==== Bloaterbud ==== <blockquote> ''Hate, joy, sadness, love and.....nothing. That is what the chaos spawn Bloaterbud felt when it was roaming the empty corridors in one of many forgotten decks onboard the Traitor Battleship Crimson Shell.'' ''Every once in a while a slave have tried to escape its masters and fallen victim to Bloaterbuds many mouths and claws. Bloaterbud felt...something when it feasted upon the scrawny slaves...but it didn't care.'' ''After many years Bloaterbud could hear voices and footsteps. They didn't sound like slaves, so Bloaterbud hid. As he watched with his many eyes and eyestalks a trio of armour clad giants that ceared out rubble and forced many doors open. When seeing this Bloaterbud had an....idea...something it hasn't had in a long time; "Maybe some of them will die, then I could feast!"'' ''With the idea in Bloaterbud soon found himself in pursuit of the giants. And after many twists and turns it finnaly found them. But they where all looking at Bloaterbud, and not the other way around.'' ''Bloaterbud was prepared to run, but stopped when one of the giants yelled out: "OUR GREAT FATHER HAS GIVEN US A GIFT. A SPAWN TO SEND OUT INTO BATTLE!"'' ''And thus, began a new chapter in the (un)fortunate life of Bloaterbud.'' </blockquote> Bloaterbud is a Chaos Spawn. At some undetermined time, the Spores of Madness found and took him as a gift from Papa Nurgle. ==== Brother Jacobin ==== <blockquote> ''"Brother Jacobin stood at the edge of the small stage and bowed his head in quiet reflection for a moment as his servants finished handing out bread to the gathering crowd, his speech reciting itself in his head. The damp, dank air of the underhive smelling cloyingly acrid and sweet as it stung his lungs, sending him momentarily into a memory of his childhood and the harsh incense of the temple. He surveyed the crowd, less than a hundred souls, all standing apart and wary of cutpurses; sticking around mostly out of a base politeness or the hope for more food than any actual interest. Prophets, rabblerousers, and agitators were more common than rats in the underhives, and Jacobin knew he was but another rodent scurrying in the dark. He didn't wear his armor when making speeches, at best it made his audience fearful, at worst, in a land where life was meaningless and violence cheap, it made his audience think he was fearful. So he stood there, loosely clothed with his shirt open so that the audience might find him relatable to their own tumors and wounds, and his feet bare. He didn't know why going barefoot seemed to make people more apt to believe what he was saying, but he wasn't going to quibble over results. His servants had finished their barking and it was time for his speech. The crowd murmured as he stepped out and he smiled inwardly as some pointed to his bare feet. And there, on a rotting stage, on a rotten street, in front of a rotting crowd, Brother Jacobin opened his mouth and sang the praises of decay."'' </blockquote> Brother Jacobin is the [[Dark Apostle]] who interacts the most with the cultists. A priest of sorts, he preaches the word of [[Nurgle]] to the rotting, diseased masses who follow him. <blockquote> ''"All have their place in Nurgle's garden, to tend, to grow, to cultivate, to harvest, and to cull. What role one plays might change many times in one's life and what is desired is rarely what comes to be. "'' - ''Brother Jacobin'' </blockquote> Brother Jacobin doesn't see any difference between interpreting the Belle Dame's womb or interpreting a slave's entrails. However, he is less than ecstatic about the trouble she's caused in the varying cultist beliefs due to how difficult it has made his life. On a personal level, Jacobin thinks the Belle Dame is a bore, and rather dim-witted. ==== Markus Mordecai ==== Markus Mordecai is an enforcer for the many groups of cultists that serve under Captain Boil Beard. Once, he was a man of pride and respect as an Arbite in the Hive Radatoon on the planet Knasta. However, after seeing how corrupt the Adeptus Arbites on Knasta were, he began to look for a way to crush them all. His wishes came into being when the Spores of Madness invaded the planet. With his knowledge from being an Arbite, he quickly rallied a hoard of cultists from the lower hive. When the battle was done, he and the surviving cultists found themselves aboard the "Pieces of Eight". And through wits, skills and a few bullets into a few people's heads, he became an enforcer for what he likes to call "The Boil's Bravest".
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