Bloab Rotspawned

Bloab Rotspawned is the most sorcerous and the most melancholy of the three Maggoth Lords, a weeping weatherworker who carries a private plague-storm wherever he goes. Clouds of biting flies boil from his rotting body and from Bilespurter, the maggoth he rides, and in the churning of those swarms Bloab reads omens: the shape of battles yet to come, glimpsed in the drone and swirl of a million wings.

His gift is a curse he has long since stopped resisting. Bloab exhales tempests of contagion, calling down warm and filth-thick rains that rot armour, sour wells, and spread the Grandfather's blessings for miles beyond the reach of any blade. Bilespurter adds its own miseries, spewing acidic bile and lashing with a maw that has never known cleanliness. Together they advance in a wandering cloud of pestilence that arrives before them and lingers long after.

Where Morbidex laughs and Orghotts boasts, Bloab only broods, gazing through his veil of flies at a future he finds neither hopeful nor frightening, merely inevitable. He fights with the weary certainty of a prophet who has already seen how it ends, and finds a grim comfort in helping it along.