For his worshippers are naught but pawns in his game to outflank his Brothers in Darkness and to bring about the downfall of all civilisation. What mortal can dare say that he has not desired knowledge of the mysteries of destiny, or the awesome power of magic? It is Tzeentch alone who holds the true key to this terrible knowledge, and his price is steep indeed. Yet whatever his mien and whomever his people, the Changer is ever viewed as the Great Schemer, a fickle, politicking god who should be feared as much as he should not be trusted. He did however possess a true name in the Dark Tongue, of which the moniker Tzeentch was a derivative Tzeen'neth, Lord of Change. In Grand Cathay, and the Kurgan tribes hold that his messengers are the great condors of the Steppes. His face and form shifts and turns from eternity unto eternity. For he is change, said to embody every mortal creature's recognition of, and desire to, change. Though weary scholars of Daemon lore know this god by the name of Tzeentch, in truth, he exceeds all the other Ruinous Powers in his number of facets and aspects. The Lord of Change, The Wind Lord, The Changer of Ways, Chi'an Chi, The Architect of Fate, Tchar, The Eagle, The Raven God, and The Great Conspirator. Tzeentch the Chaos God of Change, Evolution, Hope, Ambition, Destiny, Lies, Magic, Trickery, Sorcery, and Knowledge. For I am Tzeentch and you are my puppet who dances to my tune.”
I patiently wait for you to open your eyes and realise that it is by my will alone that you draw breath. I make my home in the darkest pits of your soul. I taste the pain in your mind, the yearning to end this charade. I know the terrible darkness that hides behind your well-rehearsed lies.
I see the hatred in your eyes, well hidden behind courtly graces.
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