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Realm of Chaos: The Lost and the Damned (1990), p78

This is the tale of Goresqualor
Inscribed upon his monolith
Chiselled upon the Sulpherous Stone
With the eye-tooth of the dragon Gorgand whom I slew.

They abandoned me in the forest
I was a child marked by Nurgle,
A beast they said, and beast I was.
My own kind found me and protected me,
I learned the ways of Nurgle.

I set forth to do the Plague Lord's work,
I was home for Nurgle's mites
My little friends went with me everywhere
I slew many and bestowed the rot on many more
Then I found Nurgle's gift beneath a stone
A Demon blade of unsurpassed rust,
Its tarnish was wonderful to behold
And it slew well for Nurgle.

Many orks were my companions and many Hobgoblins too
I was their Lord upon the borderlands.
We were the wasters of villages
The pestilence followed in our wake
My horns grew long in the service of Nurgle
Then the plague lord blessed me and my body burned,
Like living sulphur I fumed, and all feared me
My strength waxed great.

To the wastes I went,
I slew many weakling creatures there.
Nurgle sent a mighty Mollusc to follow,
And seven Hounds of chaos to bark before me
The wastes were littered with corpses on our
Great Nurgle rewarded me with aspect of maggot
And wizards flocked to do my bidding.
We spread decay and raised the stench high

I fell for Nurgle's honour.
The foe slew me, but failed to end me,
Because now I lie in this black pit beneath
I dwell in Nurgle's grave realm
And sweet decay is my rest.