Pyurultide is one of the many worlds that drift through the Screaming Vortex. Placing dates on the events of the past is futile for a world so warp-infused, but – whether a day or a millennia ago – Pyurultide was a world locked in conflict. The gods of Nurgle and Slaanesh foght for dominion over the education and technologically advanced people of the planet.
Pyurultide has continents but no oceans. The gaps between land masses writhe with a sea of insects and vermin. Nurgle’s influence was strong along hte coast where this foulness lapped against the land, and here he had many followers. But the inlanders built magnificent spires that climbed aboce the blighted land. Driven by the desire for perfection, they built ever grander and more terrible towers. At the height of the inlander’s power it was said that their chaotic structures ascended without human intervention, eventually penetrating some dark heaven, where they entrapped angels whose tears coasted the horrible spires.
At the center of the inlandrer’s spiraling sky empire was a dynasty of brilliant rulers, who held their people together through iron will and a horrible charisma. However, the Pow Tribes below eventually found a way to infect the flesh and then the loyalties of the high rulers. The instant that their hearts turned from Slaanesh it is said that the spiteful Prince of Desire smote their towers to ruin. The Pox Tribes consumed the survivors of the fall, and the Tyrant’s Cord, the symbol of the ruler’s dynasty , was lost.
Now Pyurultide is consumed by the unending biological warfare of the Pox Tribes. Each tribe carriers it’s own strain of contagion which disease of choice, and then use it against neighboring unbelievers. Still, tin the shadows of hospice cities and the phlegmy whispers of the dying, the legend of the old sky empire lives on. The gilded remembrance of the Dark Prince’s reign only grows brighter the longer they live in disease and decay, but a return to Slaanesh’s “glory” is hopeless as long as the Tyrant’s Cord is lost. If a leader were to emerge wielding the cord, hundreds of thousands of Pox Warriors would follow him in rebellion against the Plague Lord, or anywhere else the new Tyrant chose to lead.
In fact, over the past millennium the Tyrant’s Cord has come to be synonymous with the ruler ship on many worlds in the Vortex. The Heretic to recover it could be known as a a great leader. In addition, the Tyrant’s Cord is suffused with warp spawned energies and proves a great boon to the one who wears it.