Poll: Choose a Chaos God to Worship
- Thread starter Blatherscythe
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Discord.
I mean...Tzeentch.
Who is more glorious than the lord of randomness itself, the pure spirit of chaos, the master of puppets. Scheming for the sake of scheming. Tzeentch was once the greatest of all gods, none can oppose his will, he is the architect of fate, all happens as he command. There is no resisting such power.
Hail Tzeentch/Discord
I mean...Tzeentch.
Who is more glorious than the lord of randomness itself, the pure spirit of chaos, the master of puppets. Scheming for the sake of scheming. Tzeentch was once the greatest of all gods, none can oppose his will, he is the architect of fate, all happens as he command. There is no resisting such power.
Hail Tzeentch/Discord
Well, I chose Nurgle, even if I prefer organized Chaos. While Khorne would make you an awesome bloodthirsty killer, Nurgle makes you unkillable, and he genuinely cares for his followers, sharing his loving pestilence.Blatherscythe said:
Grandfather Nurgle embraces all and shares his gift of pestilence and decay. The other gods show nothing of the sort. They toy with their followers for their own amusement, condemn them to a bloody ritual of death and suffering or subvert them for their own desires.
Nurgle offers a gift. A gift of compassion, a gift of mercy... a gift of release.
Eternal abandonment of suffering. A painless existence... a part of a wider family.
And he is most generous with this gift.
Nurgle offers a gift. A gift of compassion, a gift of mercy... a gift of release.
Eternal abandonment of suffering. A painless existence... a part of a wider family.
And he is most generous with this gift.
Slannish is awesome... lots of sex and drugs and eventually a flaming burning death....
A sinners life!
A sinners life!
Well cultist likes all 4 and has a tattoo of each on her body...but if I had to choose, anything but Khorne....so to narrow it down, I suppose Nurgle or Slaanesh, and finally out of those two...Slaanesh?
Cultist: No matter whoo hwee choose, hwee weehl captoohr eet fohr kay-oss. ^_^
Cultist: No matter whoo hwee choose, hwee weehl captoohr eet fohr kay-oss. ^_^
we are the sons of malal, we are the sons of malice, of anarchy, or true chaos
There is a name whispered quietly and with fear even by the most depraved, the most evil, the least sane of the worshippers of Chaos, that name is Malal the Renegade God of Chaos. Any man who dare look within the unholy black pages of The Great Book of Despair, that foul tome held sacred by worshippers of Chaos, would find the following words:
?and he that went before now came last, and that which was white and black and all direction was thrown against itself. Grown mightily indignant at the words of the Gods, Malal did turn his heart against them and flee into the chambers of space ... And no man looked to Malal then, save those that serve which they hate, who smile upon air misfortune, and who bear no love save for the damned. At such times as a warrior's heart turns to Malal all Gods of Chaos grow fearful, and the laughter of the Outcast God fills the tomb of space....'
feared by gods, terrified by mortals... we are the sons of malal...FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF TRUE CHAOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a name whispered quietly and with fear even by the most depraved, the most evil, the least sane of the worshippers of Chaos, that name is Malal the Renegade God of Chaos. Any man who dare look within the unholy black pages of The Great Book of Despair, that foul tome held sacred by worshippers of Chaos, would find the following words:
?and he that went before now came last, and that which was white and black and all direction was thrown against itself. Grown mightily indignant at the words of the Gods, Malal did turn his heart against them and flee into the chambers of space ... And no man looked to Malal then, save those that serve which they hate, who smile upon air misfortune, and who bear no love save for the damned. At such times as a warrior's heart turns to Malal all Gods of Chaos grow fearful, and the laughter of the Outcast God fills the tomb of space....'
feared by gods, terrified by mortals... we are the sons of malal...FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF TRUE CHAOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
