Greater Daemons of Tzeentch
(Chi'khani'tzann Tsunoi)
The Watching Lords of Change
The Eyes of Tzeentch
The Feathered Lords
The Lord of Change is blessed with the multi-layered cunning and timeless wisdom of Tzeentch himself, a deep and subtle understanding of the mortal fears that drive the world within its well-worn rut. How thoroughly the daemon understands and how much he despises the entrapping comforts of stability and familiarity. Nothing pleases him more than to see the world broken and made anew, to redirect the course of a life or of history itself, to spill mortal hopes upon the ground while raising the ambitions of others up to an unexpected pinnacle of power.
It is a playful and wreckless mind that lies behind the bird-like gaze of the Lord of Change, deeply itelligent, yet as uncaring of consequence as it is fascinated by it. The Lord of Change is like a child playing upon some gigantic anthill, poking with a stick at its inhabitants and laughing at the hopelss antics of their defense.
A Lord of Change is winged and feathered, but its most memorable feature is its head and in particular its eyes. For within the depths of its eyes lies all the wisdom and understanding of Tzeentch, so that few mortals can withstand the scrutiny of its gaze. It is said that when a Lord of Change looks upon a mortal it sees not only the creature's flesh and blood, but also all of its hopes and dreams as well as their ultimate failure or realisation.
The daemon's craning neck sits on a narrow feathered body, and its wings spread out behind in multi-coloured splendour. Lords of Change are often blue or yellow, but indivifuals may change colour if it suits them, adopting the striking plumage of the rainbow. Lords of Change do not regard it as essential to retain constancy of colour or appearance unless it pleases them to do so.
The Lord of Change is the supreme manipulator of the affairs of the lving. His Champions move through the world at his bidding, undertaking whatever task he has set them: a killing, the raising of some mortal to power, the destruction of potential rivals, and a thousand occurences that might easily be mistaken for chance. Yet all events are pieces which fall into a complex and ever changing plan - a plan beyond the comprehension of mere mortals. This constant appraisal of the world and interference in its progess is not always so subtle. Change can also be violent and sudden, and the Lord of Change is not above waging war to further its aims. The msot potent weapon of Tzeentch is not brute force but magic. The Lord of Change is a powerful magician as well as an erudite tactician. If the daemon prefers to remain uncommitted in battle it likes to direct its forces and control the flow of the fighting.
The Lord of Change sat upon his throne, pensive, brooding, enshadowed by the flickering torches and the multi-coloured shroud of its own thoughts. Magnar the Clawed, Champion of Tzeentch, walked forawrd into the gloom, his clattering footsteps breaking the silence and stirring the swirling clouds of concentration. THe daemon blinked and the coloured threads of its thoughts fled back into its skull. The great neck craned forward curiously.
'Magnarrr...,' the voice of the daemon was low and purring.
'My Lord,' Magnar bowed his head low and the eyes of the daemon quivered with consideration.
'Magnar, favourite of all my conspirators... have you come o tell me of the treachery of Meitrich Von Tolermann?' The words that Magnar had reheared so carefully clung to his palette. How could he know? Yet if he knew this what else did he know?
The daemon laughed and its laughter was a cawing mockery of innocence like the distant call of crows. Magnar felt as if his flesh were being sheared from his bones by that sound.
'Magnarrr...,' the voice purred as the daemon scrutinised its Champion, 'you must remember there is nothing I do not know, no-one I do not suspect! No-one, no-one.'
The daemon laughed its mocking laugh once more and Magnar turned his face from that unforgiving stare.
A Lord of Change
The Lords of Change possess a fragment of the unfathomable cunning and wisdom of Chaos God Tzeentch, master of plots and intrigue. Like their master Tzeentch, the Lords of Change delight in bringing order to ruin so that all may be reshaped and directed to a new path before that too is changed again. The gaze of a Lord of Change is said to reach into the very soul of those it beholds, probing deep into the unspoken fears and hopes every mortal carries in their heart.
The Lord of Change is covered with multi-coloured feathers which radiate his vital energy, shimmering as the daemon moves. Its great wings are also feathered, and its mighty beaked head can rend and tear into the toughest flesh. The Chaos God Tzeentch is also the master of magic in all its forms and the Lords of Change shate his knowledge. The most devasting of the arcane magics they possess if the horrifying Bolt of Change, a crackling bolt of raw magical power. Victims struck by the bolt instantly warp and mutate into hundreds of different forms, quickly collapsing into sickening monstrosities of pulsing flesh and blindly flailing limbs.
Taken from Renegades
The Lord of Change is the wisest and most subtle of all the Greater Daemons, a monster whose gaze penetrates into the very depths of the soul, exposing its victim's innermost hopes and fears. The Daemon is huge and awesome in appearance, with a plumedbody and vast multicoloured wings.
The Lords of Change share some of the subtle cunning and wisdom of Tzeentch himself, master of plots and intrigue. Like Tzeentch, the Lords of Change delight in bringing order to ruin so that all may be reshaped and directed to a new path before that too is changed again. The gaze of a Lord of Change is said to reach into the very soul of those it touches, depp into the unspoken fears and hopes each mortal carries with them. It is always the Lord of Change's greatest pleasure to raise a mortal past the heights of his wildest dreams or dash him down to the lowest pit of despair, for nothing can be more despised than the stability and conforts so ardently desired by mortal kind.
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