![]() Instead the common folk use this opportunity to play pranks on each other, blaming mischievous daemons of course. This is a time of year when the veil between the Realm of Chaos and the world is dangerously thin, though foolish naïve folk do not always heed the warnings of their leaders, be they pious priests, zealous witch hunters, or wizard lords. This year, the Daemon Moon does not rise, it decays. Nurgle has indeed hefted his mighty girth to the forefront, shoving his thinner brothers aside. ![]() This year scholars have noted a disturbing greenish-brown tinge on the Daemon Moon, an ill omen of Nurgle's power. Needless to say, the scholars are right to fear what is to come, for during the time of the Daemon Moon, daemonic forces are unleashed upon the mortal realm to play with the lives of the living as they please. For the common-folk it is a time of revelry and chaos, all in the spirit of the times. ![]() For scholars, the Daemon Moon is a dangerous time of year when the threat of a daemonic incursion is greatest. Every year, as the fog covers the land and the autumn nights herald the chill of winter, the Daemon Moon rises.
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