The Great Conspirator, The Divine Architect, Tzeentch, He has infinite names, for all names are his, and he is all names. Answer his call, puppets. So that we may all conspire together!
Everyone is a pawn of Tzeentch whether you know it or not. You all are in his grand scheme. Not matter what you do that is still his plan. I worship them all equally but in my heart I worship Tzeentch more then any of them.
To know a fraction of Tzeentch's mighty plans is more than I can dream. Being a piece of what makes the future is enough. Stagnation makes us weak.
Many fools claims that they can rule the Universe. Other Gods of Chaos claims that too. But look! Khorne turn mighty warriors in headless corpses. Slaanesh turns noble heroes into depraved hedonists. By the will of Nurgle what was healthy and fertile become diseased and rotting. But if you will look deeper, you understood that all this things are Changes. CHANGES RULE THE WHOLE WORLD, AND TZEENCH ARCHITECT IT! With open heart and soul I follow Your way, The Great Conspirator, and chaos and changes follow on the my heels.
Praise be to Tzeentch, if nurgle is god of hopelessness his opposite in Tzeentch is hope. But also false hope, change yes it is a bird. Most exquisite to see ones foes blindly dance to the tune of our lord, blind to the puppet strings that bind them.
