Tuesday, 21 June 2016

The Hidden Library of Tzeentch - part 5

Khu'ganax, Herald of Tzeentch and the Librarian of the Hidden Library leader of The Unbound, his small company of chittering and capering daemons, who will be sent out into the Mortal Realms in search of magical books for the Hidden Library and enacting the whims of their master, The Gaunt Summoner of the Silver Tower.

I'm hoping to make a feature across the warband of every open book having different details on its pages.

The Crystal Labyrinth of Tzeentch 

Tzeentch's home in the Realm of Chaos is the Labyrinth of Tzeentch. This Labyrinth is woven from the raw fabric of magic, threaded upon deceit and conspiracy. Of all the landscapes of the Realm of Chaos, this domain is by far the most bizarre and incomprehensible. The Labyrinths presence is felt across all of the Daemonic realms. Interchanging, shifting avenues made of pure crystals of every colour crisscross Tzeentch's realm. Hidden pathways built from lies and schemes lead out from the Labyrinth and infiltrate the dominions of other gods, binding together the fractious Realms of Chaos.

The Labyrinth itself has no Daemonic defenders. Its own illusory passages are enough of a barrier to any intruder not possessed of the strongest mind imaginable. Its glittering corridors reflect not only light but also hope, misery, dreams and nightmares. The labyrinth does not merely reflect but also distorts, pulling apart hope and purpose turning them into insanity and despair. Driven by Tzeentch's unconscious schemes, the labyrinth constantly moves and rearranges. Those lost within the Labyrinth's reaches will wander for eternity with their minds shattered, their dreams broken upon the wheel of their own failed ambition.

At the centre of the Labyrinth, hidden from those who have not the insane insight to find it, stands the Impossible Fortress. The architecture of the bastion is constantly replaced by new and ever more maddening spires, gates and walls. Doors and other entrance points yawn open like starving mouths, before clamping for eternity moments later, barring all access. Within the Fortress time and space does not exist at all and gravity shifts and changes, or disappears all together. Lights of every colour, some even unknown in the real universe, springs from the shifting walls.

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