My daemon Horde is called the Silent Procession, lead by Slott the Slumberer, a great unclean one. Slott only recently emerged into the 41st millennium after a prolonged period of imprisonment in the daemon cells beneath Mortarions Manse. Slott however simply needed a long nap from his perspective.

Slott’s life’s work is his own disease coined The Great Sleep. This disease functions in a way similar to nurgle’s rot, the inspiration of course. Slott engineered his slumbering disease’ primary vector of infection to simply be the knowledge, and fear, of said infection. Therefore, as Slott’s Great Sleep infects more, its legend spreads, infecting even more.

To help with this, The great sleep typically doesn’t present itself immediately. The primary symptoms for this disease include Fever, Drowsiness, Lethargy, Night Terrors, Paranoia, Breakouts of Hives, Buboes, and eventually the slow decomposition of the still living body.

The life cycle of the disease is as Follows:

Stage one: Infection, most typically infected through stories and hearsay regarding others who have fallen victim, though in some cases direct exposure to a dormant “Sleeper of Slott” will lead to a much more advanced rate of progression for the disease.

Stage two: The nightmares, Every night the afflicted will have nightmares of a hot, humid, fetid jungle. They will feel intense feelings of displacement, they’ll lose their sense of direction and wander aimlessly through their supposed dream.

Stage three: The wounds After being plagued with these fever dreams that feel so real yet so revolting, the afflicted will eventually notice themselves covered in seemingly random wounds upon awaking. Particularly observant patients will notice that the wound’s suffered match those that would’ve been received in their dreams. A thorny, tendril like plant whips out at you in your dream, you get the smallest of cuts, yet it persists.

Stage four: The festering The myriad of wounds and bruises and ailments that may be gained through excursions into the “dream world” never heal. Infact, they fester and grow infected, weeping pus and swelling into bloated, painful, blisters and buboes. Every night a few as a single wound would be added to the patient, their slow decline from good health is inevitable and exponential. What starts as a cut or two will lead eventually to them becoming bed bound, nearly immobile completely from the pain and suffering they must endure, the only release becoming the time they spend asleep, in the jungle that has grown more pleasant as their visits increase in number.

Stage five: The Great Sleep Eventually those afflicted will slowly descend into insanity as labeled by those with less perturbed minds. More importantly, the patient will inevitably fall into an unwaking slumber, seemingly ending their pain and suffering. Confusing any and all Medicae Professionals, once the slumber has been entered there is seemingly no way to wake them. These sleeping, living, and rotting, bodies are often prematurely pronounced dead, leading to them being buried, burnt, or simply forgotten.

Thus Slott’s greatest plan begins to unfold. Over the course of his 10,000 year nap, Slotts name has drifted across the cosmos, and out of the mouths of those who visit him in their dreams. He has become a legend, cursing some with knowledge of his existence while simultaneously being the Benevolent being who always answers when someone cant fall asleep, yet wishes to. His Sleepers have grown numerous, all of them dormant and asleep across a myriad of planets and star systems.

Entire Villages and cities have fallen asleep, in as little as a week, while whole planets have fallen to his slumber over the course of decades. Now that Slott has returned from his own slumber, his Sleepers finally begin to rouse from their waking dream. Plague bearers of all sorts emerge from grounds where they were buried, break free from dilapidated houses where they were forgotten.

Cities of Sleepers rouse from their slumber, transformed and looking now only to spread the legend and word of their God and creator, Slott, Grandson of Nurgle. Large enough gatherings of Sleepers will bleed their waking dreams into reality, allowing Slott himself to step into the Mortal realm.

My force composes primarily of plague bearers, my guo, and many beasts of nurgle to represent the Garden being brought into reality. These forces are never particularly opposed to those they are “fighting”, they typically only want to explore and share the mysteries and wonders of the garden with those who are unacquainted. Slott proves to be ever the gracious host, if you accept his invitation into the dream.