The Burning Chariots of Tzeentch[1a]
Burning Chariots of Tzeentch are large, flaming, chariot-like Daemon Engines of Tzeentch, the Chaos God of change and intrigue, pulled by Screamers and Discs of Tzeentch and usually manned by an Exalted Flamer. They hurtle across the Realm of Chaos like incandescent meteors, bringing the Great Sorcerer's chosen emissaries to every corner of existence.[1a]
As they blaze through the heavens of the mortal world, Chariots of Tzeentch are commonly mistaken for comets, which are in turn interpreted as omens of great events and terrible wars by the civilisations of mortals below.[1a]
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The Daemonic Exalted Flamers who ride atop the Burning Chariots are able to channel magical flame to a far greater extent than their lesser brethren, and can conjure up great billowing sheets of Chaos Magic, or hurl bolts of sorcerous change that make the very air sizzle with their passing.
For their part, the Discs of Tzeentch and Screamers that make up the bizarre chariot are drawn to raw magic like moths to a flame, and therefore to the Exalted Flamers, who exude tasty sorcery from every pore and wrinkle of their fungoid flesh.[1a]
Sometimes, a Burning Chariot will even be accompanied by a handful of surly Blue Horrors. The diminutive Lesser Daemons of Tzeentch are always ready to associate with anyone other than the irritatingly and incessantly cheerful Pink Horrors, and furthermore see the Burning Chariot as an excellent vehicle from which to sow their own particular brand of sullen mischief -- this normally takes the form of crude insults, but they're also content to gloomily club or throttle anyone who comes near.[1a]
More unusual are those Burning Chariots bound in service to Heralds of Tzeentch. These are normally acquired by trickery --Heralds have little patience at the best of times, and none at all in training Screamers and Discs of Tzeentch. They therefore consider "borrowing" a chariot from an Exalted Flamer to be entirely in keeping with their status.[1a]
Such a feat requires great cunning indeed if the Herald of Tzeentch in question wishes to escape the Flamer's wrath. Indeed, many Heralds bear the scars from past contests, and craft complex magical wards to forewarn them when their chariot's true owner comes to reclaim their property. However, all these trials and tribulations seem as naught once the Herald is free to swoop and dive across the battlefield on their new possession, cackling madly as they unleash their fearsome sorceries upon the enemies of their Dark God.[1a]