Hey all, I’m partaking a local narrative campaign and I finished my first short bit of fluff for it today. Thought I’d share with you all!

A impossible fortress, at the heart of a crystal labyrinth. A tall, winged creature stared into a book that was open but not yet written. The gaze of the creature so intense, Zicottle watched his master at work. The lord of change was observing actions not yet acted upon play out. His master had been gifted the art of foresight by the eternal schemer, the daemon hoped one day by good service he would receive such gifts. If not, he would have to plan his own scheme and weave his own web of lies which would see him be granted them.

As the thoughts of Zicottles overthrowing blossomed the book was snapped shut by Dukhin. His gaze turned to Zicottle, his stare revealing his ambitions and schemes. Dukhin almost showed a grin before he spoke “There is a war brewing, the thunder of Azyr has been cast down. The rat things hinder the soul hungry elves and Khornes blood hungry fools swell at the scene of it”. 

Zicottle replied “Must we intervene, must we change the path of this war?”

Dukhin waved his rod of sorcery before him, strands of fate like DNA left behind the rods swing. 

“This is not the way, this is not how it is meant to appear. This must be changed, Zicottle”

A warpflame roared in Zicottle’s immaterial body, a chance to prove him self as a worthy Herald of Tzeentch. He would do what must be done for his Master and for the architect of fate. He would his summon his legion and muster the tools that had sold there souls to Tzeentch local to the brewing war.

A new plan sprung to mind in the heralds mind , a new route to ascension and to show his dedication to his lord.