Skaven Pestilens Plague Monks

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"Plague Monks are ignorant of the true nature of the Horned Rat and kill themselves for it. They are useful, but mock and hate the Gray Seers. This insolence will be her accomplished death.”
    —Skreelin Thurntik, Gray Seer

Plague Monks

The plague monks of Clan Pestilens are fanatical zealots dedicated to spreading corruption and decay in the name of their clan and that of the Horned Rat.

Plague Monks are the initiates of infection and disciples of disease, with numerous agents scattered throughout the cities of the Old World. Hidden within their underground strongholds, the Plague Monks cultivate deadly diseases in seething vats filled with warpstone, corpses, and foul-smelling innards. Each new plague they create is unleashed by infected rats released into the city's sewers by Clan Eshin, bringing great misery and misery upon the human residents.

These devout disciples of the disease are unique in Skaven society in that they are fanatically devoted to their clan and its purpose of creating the ultimate disease. Once this plague has ravaged all surface dwellers, the skaven can rise up in the ruins and claim their rightful inheritance - no less than the entire world. The Great Horned Rat will know who brought their children to their rightful and destined ascension, and Clan Pestilens will reign supreme and reign supreme.


The Plague Monks of Clan Pestilens are masters of contagion and disease. At the lowest levels are fervent and devoted Worshipers of the Horned Rat who sing praises and liturgies daily to the Lord of Decay. Each is riddled with disease, riddled with self-inflicted wounds and breakouts oozing blood and pus. When unleashed against Skaven enemies, Plague Monks are much more effective than one would expect. It's easy to neglect their abilities in the face of their illnesses, but it seems they find solace in their constant pain. Everyday ailments like severed limbs and ruptured bellies cause them no more than temporary discomfort.

Plague monks make up the majority of the Pestilens clan's forces. When Plague Monks gather, their squeaky chant can be heard as they recite from the foul Book of Sorrows, endlessly repeating the Liturgus Infectus or Rites Infection. When they go to war, the Plaguemonks march under one of their Clan Pestilens banners—often a half-rotted corpse hanging from a flagpole, bearing unimaginably distorted visions rendered in pigments distilled from blood and warpstone. As the lazy brothers march towards an enemy battle line, their chanting picks up pace and the plague monks seem to incite themselves into a terrible rage. In battle, Plague Monks charge into battle with fanatical ferocity, eager to bring death and destruction to their enemies.

With bulging eyes and foaming mouths, the Plague Monks seem possessed by an unnatural and unholy passion. They attack relentlessly with filth-encrusted blades, iron-tipped staffs, or even their needle-sharp teeth. A plague monk's exposure to plague has rendered his hardened, swollen skin immune to pain. Everyday ailments like severed limbs and ruptured bellies cause them no more than temporary discomfort. The ability to shrug off crippling injuries, combined with their almost hysterical zeal, means the only reliable way to stop a Plague Monk attack is to completely dismember the disease-ridden Skaven.

This multi-part plastic kit provides you with everything you need to assemble a squeaking horde of twenty Plague Monks. You have the option to arm them with a pair of Foetid Blades or a Foetid Blade and a Woe-stave. A model can be built as a herald of the word - he has either a Plague Scroll or a Book of the Word in his claws. A model can be built as an Icon Bearer with a Banner of Contagion or an Icon of Pestilence, and a model can be built as a Plague Harbinger, carrying either a Gong of Doom or a dreaded Chime of Sorrows.


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