Creatues of Tzeentch
(K'Chanu'tsani'i)
Burning Horrors
Fire Daemons of Tzeentch
Like Pink and Blue Horrors, Flamers are fashioned from pure magic and are only semi-solid, sometimes seeming almost transparent. They are bizarre creations, travelling along the ground by means of a soft skirt of pinkish flesh rather like an inverted mushroom. By drawing air into this fleshy, fungoid skirt and expelling it by means of a powerful contraction, the creature progresses along the ground in leaps and bounds. By way of arms it has two blue trunks which it can direct as it wishes. The arms have no hands, but instead each trunk ends in an opne orifice from which magical flames spit and spatter.
Flamers have only the most rudimentary and instinctive minds, but they are finely attuned to the thoughts of the Lords of Change. They can sense and are dominated by the thoughts of the nearest or most powerful Lord of Change, and the daemon's wishes become the flamer's wishes so that it acts in total accordance with its masters' desires. Flamers are almost literally the instruments of the Greater Daemon's will.
The flaming limbs give the Flamers their name. However, this is not normal fire but the stuff of raw magic, coloured a daemonic shade of blue ot yellow. The Flamer can use its flames to throw coloured fireballs at its foes, as well as to burn them up in close combat. As the fire crackles and hisses, smaller magical flamers fall to the ground and take on the imitative form of a surrounding object or person - like a tiny marionette. The small representations of persons or event will continue to impersonate what is happening around, but in a curiously disturbing and mocking manner. The Flamer usually ignores these little parodies of reality, but may happen to glance in their direction then destroy them with its magic fire. As the Flamer moves away the little scenes collapse into spluttering pools of magic which slowly fade into nothing. A Flamer will typically be followed by a series of these tiny images, which grow increasingly unstable and vanish as the Flamer moves away.
Albrechi raised his sword to fend off the bludgeaning limb and the blue flamers pattered upon his armour again.
'Damn you Gutterchild of Chaos!' he screamed as the magic gnawed his shoulder.
The Flamer arched its fungoid body high above him. Small blue flames spat from its limbs and fell to the ground. As each magic fire drop fell it immediately vapourised with a hiss. 'Ssdammyooo... damnyou... gutterchild of Chaosss,' it spat. A tiny replica of Albrechi began to form in the blue vapour, a figure wearing black armour and carrying a broadsword like his own, but the face was that of an idiot and the cry that of a spoiled child. 'Damn You! Gutter Rat-a-tat-tat!' it screeched.
The Flamer struck again and the blue fire fell upon him, seeping and crackling into his armour and spattering his eyes and face. His vision swam with blue agony and his legs gave way under him. His sword tumbled to the ground as he collapsed screaming through burning lips. The little marionette lay upon its back kicking and gesturing melodramatically, calling out in its squeaky little voice, 'Hot! Hot! Hot!'
A Flamer
Like Pink and Blue Horrors, Flamers are creations of magic, soft bodied and almost transparent. Flamers move with surprising speed, leaping forward in great bounds. They attack with magical flames which they spit for orifices at the end of their thrunk-like arms.
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