The signs of his work are everywhere, from the emergence of a new species to the mutations and corruptions that riddle his benighted servants. In the interests of perpetual change, Tzeentch demands the world remain in a constant state of flux, always unfolding, always altering, trapped in a constant process of becoming. Beneath every plot, every event, every turn of fate, there lays the machinations of Lord Tzeentch. Thus a symposium of the Lords of Change is a riddlesome and confusing affair, where every question is met with another, and where truth is smothered in layers of deceit. Indeed, it is said that other Daemons - even other Lords of Change - cannot fully glean a truth that one of the Feathered Lords wishes to remain hidden. Yet a Lord of Change is as skilled at concealing truth as revealing it. Few mortals can withstand the scrutiny of his gaze, and it is said that when a Lord of Change looks upon a mortal he perceives not only the creature's ephemeral flesh but also the ultimate failure or realisation of its hopes and dreams. In all his splendoured presence, a Lord of Change's most striking and dangerous features are his eyes. Ī Lord of Change does not regard it as essential to retain consistency of colour, appearance - or even shape - unless it pleases his whimsy to do so, and the Daemon therefore can assume any shape or hue that takes his fancy. Nothing pleases him more than to see the world broken and made anew, to redirect the course of a life or even history itself, spilling hope upon the ground while raising the ambition of others up to an unexpected pinnacle of power. The Lord of Change is like a child playing upon some gigantic anthill, poking with a stick at its inhabitants and laughing at the hopeless antics of their defence.
Behind its gaze lies a curious and wreckful mind, deeply intelligent, yet as uncaring of consequence as it is fascinated by it. These bird-Daemons of Tzeentch are hideously unpredictable and manipulative. The Lords of Change, known also as the Winged Watchers, the Eyes of Tzeentch and the Feathered Lords, are the greatest and most magically powerful of all Daemonkind. Truth was trammelled at the heart of that maze and far beyond my meagre reach." - Liber Malefic. The Daemon's mind was a labyrinth of deceptions. The longer we conversed, the closer I drew to one singular ineluctable fact: I would gain no wisdom here. It could not help itself but to deceive and dismay, to riddle and ruin.
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