Children of Eternal Fate - Disciples of Tzeentch lore 

I always saw Brimstone Horrors as being like chihuahuas....all of the pep but really ineffectual. I thought Pinks were just spiteful but I like the idea that they're merrily lobbing fireballs at anyone close enough.

Pink Horrors absolutely jovial bags of fire and magic. Blue Horrors are petulant and sullen and hate each other because they were trapped within the Pink together. And Brimstones are cackling little pyromaniacs that just run about setting everything they can on fire.

In 40K, the Changeling once put nurglings on Khorne’s throne, before Khorne sat down. It took him a very long time to get rid of the stench.

The Changeling is a unique Daemon of Tzeentch who loves to cause discord, intrigue and mayhem. He's also more than once, unprompted by Tzeentch, played tricks on the other chaos gods, including causing minor wars between Nurgle and Slaanesh.

My fanfic lore on my Tzeentch is they live in realm of Hysh and they start to mimic local Holy theme, more white and golden then blue , pink

Ngl imma huge 40k fan but I'm slowly but surely falling in love with AoS because of the videos lol

Always a good day when I wake up to one of Doug's lore vids

Love the vid! It’s not a 2+tough video without a reference to Jubilee 😉

Doug it just hit me when you were describing what a daemon is. Sigmar is 100% a Choas God in the same way the Horned Rat is. Combined with old war lore of how he became a God and the fact that he uses part of himself to make the Stormcast. The Stormcast are weak Daemon Princes (once human now not)! Would love for you to flush this out in a video if you think it has any merit.

I think greater daemons of Tzeentch should look like jawbreakers :v

greetings! Preiss algorithm gods! ok time to watch video

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Just asked chatgpt to write a small story about meeting a pink horror! "As I ventured deeper into the mysterious and disturbing realm, a vortex of swirling, psychedelic colors materialized before me. From this surreal portal emerged a trio of Pink Horrors of Tzeentch, their forms a macabre blend of joy and dread. Their ever-shifting appearances held a bizarre and unsettling allure. Their flesh, a sickly pink hue, seemed to writhe and pulsate with an unnatural vitality. Each Horror had a multitude of eyes that blinked independently, their irises shimmering with kaleidoscopic patterns. Their grins stretched impossibly wide, revealing jagged, crystalline teeth that glistened with malevolence. Despite their nightmarish visage, an eerie sense of jubilant madness radiated from them. They pirouetted through the air with ethereal grace, their laughter a discordant symphony of delight and menace that sent shivers down my spine. "Welcome to our realm, mortal," one cooed, its voice a mesmerizing melody of glee and foreboding. Their playful demeanor masked an undeniable darkness. As they beckoned me closer, I couldn't help but be drawn into their maddening dance, caught between the captivating joy and the ever-present sense of impending doom that clung to the Pink Horrors like a sinister shadow."