At Khorne's side rests a great two-handed sword, a legendary blade capable of laying waste to the substance of worlds with a single blow. If it has many allies, it may also request their aid, though all Daemons are cautious in doing so. Instead of possessing a true physical form, Daemons project a form conjured from raw psychic energy that is essentially a lesser interpretation of their master's fundamental nature. Shifting avenues made from crystals of every colour criss-cross Tzeentch's realm as it contorts through nine dimensions of space at once. https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Realm_of_Chaos?oldid=129354. Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. Such interest in mortal affairs is fleeting, and treaties between the Chaos Gods do not last for long. The Crystal Labyrinth, the ever-changing realm of Tzeentch. After fighting his way through the feminine contours of the foothills ahead, the knight emerged onto a balcony where he was greeted by roars of adulation and approval. With raw anger and violence, the legions of Khorne cut a swathe though enemy territory, the blood spilt by their attacks polluting the realm of the enemy, turning it into Khorne's wasteland. As extensions of the Dark Gods, the appearances of their domains are formed upon the same emotions that created their masters: Khorne's realm is founded on anger and bloodletting; Tzeentch's lands are scintillating constructs of pure and ever-shifting magic; Nurgle's territory is a haven of death and regeneration, and Slaanesh's dominion is a paradise of damning temptations and hedonistic pleasures. Tzeentch is perhaps the most devious of all the gods, for he will always create a weakness to exploit before attacking. The bastion of today is tomorrow's ruin, the maiden of the morning is the crone of the night, and the hope of a moment is but the foundation of regret. If Khorne overruns a portion of Nurgle's festering garden, the diseased foliage swiftly decays down to nothing, leaving only ruddy wasteland. From time to time, Nurgle reaches down with a clawed hand to scoop a portion of the ghastly mixture into his cavernous mouth, tasting the fruits of his labour. The other two major Chaos Powers, Khorne and Slaanesh, have already been described in Slaves to Darkness, volume one of Realm of Chaos. Thus, no two visions of the Realm of Chaos are exactly alike, and are often contradictory. Gravity shifts and changes, or disappears altogether. The knight had left notions of material wealth long behind, and he strode on without touching so much as a single coin. Few mortals are capable of perceiving the Realm of Chaos in its true splendour, for the living mind recoils from its otherworldly landscapes. So locked in their physical ways, mortals are swiftly driven insane, while their bodies implode or are pulled apart by Tzeentch's meandering thoughts. The Dark Prince's realm is divided into six domains, arranged in concentric rings around his central Palace of Pleasure. It should not be confused with the Chaos Wastes which are part of the physical world. He is the god of obsession, the Master of Excess in All Things, from gluttony to lust to megalomania. They hurl burning brass skulls onto the lands of the weak and disgorge murderous packs of Bloodthirsters that swoop down into the battles below. Read 5 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. The dominion of Khorne is a monument to fury and violence. In Tzeentch's eyes, mortal creatures are immeasurably steeped in ambiguity, yet they somehow wage their personal wars completely unaware of the countless contradictions in their souls. The Realm of Chaos is the name given to that portion of the Immaterium where the Chaos Gods and their daemonic followers make their homes, if such a concept even has meaning within the formless extradimensional space that is the Empyrean. Planetary Governors nodded in obsequious anticipation, and the High Lords of Terra themselves smiled up at him from smaller balconies of their own, motioning him to speak. His tired eyes could barely stay open, but his vision was still clear enough to see the horrible truth. It was mixed at Slaughterhouse Studios in July 1989 and engineered by Colin Richardson. It contains every scrap of knowledge, every thought of every sentient creature across all of space and time. Intro (00:00)2. Whatever his ultimate goal, he seeks to achieve it by manipulating the individual lives of Humans and xenos alike. crash-landed on a flesh planet belonging to a mighty Daemon Prince named the Blood Prince who stood high in the standing of Khorne. A never-ending beach stretched away from the knight, heavenly choirs sung soothing lullabies as the perfumed sea lapped at the fortress walls of his mind. It is also their battlefield, the arena for a Great Gameof supremacy. Khorne is the Blood God, Lord of Rage, Taker of Skulls. The victors of the battles earn more power for their unworldy master, though the twisted plans of the Chaos Gods are such that often victory is not necessary; merely the acts of sacrifice and battle themselves. With a single growl from Khorne, these armies spill forth across the domains of the other gods to bring slaughter and battle. It is a nightmarish land with realms of roiling, continuous change. Tzeentch cannot help but dabble in the mortal realm; some amongst the Inquisition believe that the Great Conspirator is responsible for the exponential increases of psychic ability in the Human race in recent millennia. Khorne's exaggerated physique is further distorted by heavy, overlapping plates of armour fashioned from brass and blackened iron. One might wander for weeks inside a chamber no larger than a thimble, or traverse leagues with a single hesitant step. The forces of Khorne face the hosts of Slaanesh in one of the endless battles of the Great Game. However, few of Tzeentch's plans are ever simple; some span aeons with their complexity, whilst many appear contradictory to others, or even against his own interests. Indeed having Warhammer without Daemons of Chaos in it doesn't even feel like Warhammer at all lol And I'm speaking as an old Fantasy battle Player and as of today, 40k elite player and I've always been into Chaos. From time to time there arises a being, place, object or event in the material universe that attracts the attention of all the Chaos Gods. Sonorous chanting and the rusted clangs of a thousand bells herald their attacks, while the army advances under an impenetrable swarm of bloated carrion flies. Statuesque and divinely glamourous, the deity visited him in the form of a young man possessed of an androgynous beauty -- clean-limbed and fresh with the vigour of youth. In that single moment of doubt, the Astartes knight was forever lost. The backward hands of each giant held up a table that groaned under the weight of a lavish feast. Their arms split and twisted into gnarled branches, each finger hung with ripening Nurgling-fruit. The armies of the Chaos Gods pour from one territory to another, and each reflects their master's nature. Tzeentch is the embodiment of that force within the Warp. Though Nurgle's realm will eventually recede again, it will have fed deeply on the fallen, and will lie in gestate peace until it is ready to swell throughout time and space once more. Twisted, rotten boughs entangled with grasping vines cover the mouldering ground, entwining like broken fingers. Much of the Formless Wastes is random, constantly churning and reforming: rivers of tar flow through petrified woodlands under crimson skies; great stairways lead into the heavens and join themselves from below in an ever-lasting loop, castles made of bones and fortresses of ichor stand amidst copses of limbs, and the departed spirits of titanic god-machines slump in graveyard heaps. The knight held his breath and closed his eyes, for though mortal pleasures were forbidden to the Astartes of his order as they were to all Space Marines, part of him was still a man. The formidable moat of the Brass Citadel is filled not with water, but with the boiling blood of those who have lost their lives to war across the galaxy. The Crystal Labyrinth does not merely reflect but also distorts, pulling apart aspiration and purpose, turning it to insanity and despair. A Chaos Fury in search of prey in the Formless Wastes. The first assaults are subtle, unnoticeable to the other gods. His only temple is the battlefield, his sole sacrament the spilled blood of nations. Beyond this moat lies league upon league of cracked and barren land littered with the splintered bones of those fallen in battle. The skin of Tzeentch crawls with constantly changing faces, leering at and mocking onlookers. Possessed of personality and intelligence, the Daemons of a Chaos God aspire to draw favour from their master, and often launch their own attacks into the domains of rival Daemons. Once again the Realm of Chaos thunders to the march of daemonic legions, and their age-old feuds spill over into the domains of Humanity. Few gods welcome intruders to their empire, but there is one who loves to tempt visitors to his unnatural domain. Vast armies rage and scream, each warrior formed only of the psychic energy of emotion, and each driven onwards by the whims of their dark creators. Hidden pathways built from lies and schemes infiltrate the dominions of the other Chaos Gods, binding together the fractious Realm of Chaos the better to direct them to Tzeentch's will. All that Khorne exists for, all that his entire being is bent towards, is the flow of blood from fresh wounds and the taking of skulls. A map of the Realm of Chaos; note the positions and distances between the places on this map are only allegorical; distance and time have no meanings in the Immaterium. Then the four work as one for a while under the banner of Chaos Undivided, and the galaxy trembles before their combined might. However, in the material dimension, the physical forms of the trespassing Seers began to convulse and shake, succumbing to the very plague they had hoped to overcome. Tzeentch is known by a hundred thousand titles across the galaxy, amongst them the Weaver of Destinies, the Great Conspirator, and the Architect of Fate. For Mankind, the most significant occasion of this type was the rise of the Emperor of Mankind in the late 30th Millennium. This is just as well, for of all the Chaos Gods, it is Nurgle who most appreciates the personal touch. In his mind, he listens to the hopes of every sentient being from every planet in the universe. Each region is not only a celebration of Slaanesh's desires, but also his chief defence. Daemons have no physical presence within the Warp. For, in the end, even the purest flame can be extinguished by the tide. It lies on the other side of dreams and nightmares, infinite in scope but without form or structure. As the minions of one god seize advantage, captured territory is moulded to the whims of its new master. The forces of the Astra Militarum seek to repel a daemonic incursion from the Realm of Chaos. Please contact and. The bloated and the obese moaned in pain as they crammed ever more food into their wine-stained mouths. None embody this unsettling truth more than the hordes of greenskins that fight within sight of the Fortress of Khorne in the Realm of Chaos. Other events have led to briefer cessations of the conflict in the Realm of Chaos: particularly promising Black Crusades, for example, or the extermination or birth of a new intelligent starfaring race. The Dark Gods of Chaos each have their own particular spheres of influence, their own daemonic servants, and their own territories. The first circle the Astartes pushed though was richly appointed beyond the dream of kings. Behind the mask of power and self-assurance, he saw eternal, nagging paranoia; gnawing suspicion and hidden doubts about his continued grip on rule that were acid to the soul. The Warhammer Armies: Realm of Chaos book is copyright 1997 and describes a primarily mortal Chaos army for the 5th Edition of Warhammer by Games Workshop. Great smokestacks billow forth clouds of ruddy vapour that mix with the fumes of the volcanoes to choke the blood red skies with the industry of war. Through the eye of terror (03:25)4. Crunching his way across a beach of golden teeth, the knight came to the shores of a vast lake of dark wine. As he did so, the path through the maze writhed and straightened out before him. An army of Space Marines so vast its number was beyond counting awaited before him on an endless plain, listening in fevered anticipation for his commands for conquest. In the Immaterium, the collective psychic reflections of their indolence and hedonism caused a new Chaos God to stir, beginning in the 25th Millennium of the Terran calendar. While one mortal lies to another, while envy and ambition survive among Humans and aliens, Tzeentch will work his magic as the puppet master of the universe, working towards the day when his final great work will be revealed. Yet the Realm of Chaos is not merely the home of the Dark Gods. The Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay GM will find full profiles for Chaos Warriors and Beastmen, which can be used to develop awe-inspiring NPC followers of Chaos. This haze-filled throne room sits in the central keep of the Brass Citadel, the castle of Khorne. As Nurgle's gifts multiply in full-blown pandemics, his power reaches a peak. The Crystal Labyrinth, as it is known, sits upon an immense irridescent plateau, its presence felt across all of the daemonic realms. On one particularly depraved night, the debauchery reached a terrible crescendo that tore out the heart of the Aeldari Empire and left it ravaged beyond recovery. The slight to a "slain" Daemon's pride is considerable, however, and the Daemon is forced to endure the mockery of its fellows until it can return to corporeal form and avenge itself. Surrounded by their attendant Daemons, the Chaos Gods watch over their realms, seeking any disturbances in the pattern of the Warp that signal intrusion or opportunity. I mean Chaos has always been a FAT chunk of the WH universe. Whole star systems -- even whole sectors -- are quarantined as plague runs rife across the stars. This realm is composed of the psychic energy of love and hate, fear and hope, ambition and despair, and yet it is uncaring, emotionless void. Mighty fortresses punctuate the brass battlements, each packed with Khorne's bloodthirsty legions. Travelling to and from the Realm of Chaos. Those that dare enter his territory risk becoming trapped in its warped delights for eternity. He has his own plans -- schemes that are so complex and closely woven that they touch the lives of every living thing, whether they realise it or not. Warhammer Wiki is a FANDOM Games Community. Interplanetary traffic ensures that contagious diseases are carried from world to world by the ignorant, the willful and the strong. If not simply re-absorbed by its creator, it must remain there to regain its strength that it eventually might manifest itself again. Packs of slavering Flesh Hounds prowl these wastes for intruders, skirting along the edges of seas of blood, roving through mazes of bone and tracking down any interlopers. Reeds rattle, whispering the names of the poxes inflicted upon the worlds of mortals by Great Nurgle or lamenting those who have died from the caress of their creator. Gravity, shape, space and reason -- all are in flux and utterly mutable to the will of the Chaos Gods. In death, there is life. All life feeds upon other life to exist, and from every plague grows new generations, stronger and more virile than those who came before. Khorne's roars of rage cause the ground to shudder, and each day the volcanoes spew out rivers of earthblood as hot as his anger. There, he saw mortal men gorging themselves on the banquet, wide-eyed and desperate in their hunger as others frantically tried to gulp down the lake itself. Realmgates are portals connecting the Mortal Realms. The Rot Flies of that realm buzzed loud in alarm, however, and whispered of the intruders into Nurgle's ear. These are the Ruinous Powers, and each one is a reflection of the mortal passions that formed them. The Ork Warlord proved unstoppable until his WAAAGH! He perceives every event and intention, and from this information, his mighty mind can work out how each will influence the future. The most powerful Daemons will call upon any servants and tributary Lesser Daemons to help them achieve their revenge. Of all the outlandish landscapes to be found in the Realm of Chaos, Tzeentch's domain is the most bizarre and incomprehensible to mortals. Cracked windows and crumbling stone compete with verdigris-coated bronze, rusted ironwork and lichen-covered cornices to outdo each other with their corrupted charm. The Realm of Chaos is anathema to the laws of physics and the starships that navigate its depths do so by taking a skin or bubble of "reality" with them in the form of their Gellar Fields when they enter using their Warp-Drive. All things in the universe, no matter how solid and permanent they seem, are liable to eventual corruption and death. The Chaos God's masterly comprehension of time, history and intrigue allows his ploys to intertwine seamlessly, forming a web of causality that spans the stars. Countless trillions are host to his malignant, invisible creations, which corrupt their physical forms and sow despair in their minds. Vast daemonic armies swarm across crystal plains, venomous forests, bone-choked swampland and rivers of churning gore, battling to the death to claim and counterclaim territory and the magical lifeblood that goes with it. Realm of Chaos is the definitive guide to Chaos armies in the Warhammer world. Every dream and nightmare, every lunatic vision and deranged fancy, finds its home in the Formless Wastes. It is Chaos in its truest sense, unfettered by the limits of physics and undirected by intelligent purpose and will. The books are part of Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader (First Edition). Every single Human being in the galaxy has been touched by Nurgle's foetid hand at some point. The mere knowledge of Slaanesh's existence can cause a world to topple into corruption and hidden depravity. The Brass Fortress, citadel of the Blood God. Despite his consistent generosity, only an enlightened few truly embrace Nurgle's greatness among men and aliens. Buy Realm of Chaos: Slaves to Darkness (Warhammer) by Bryan Ansell, Mike Brunton, Simon Forrest (ISBN: 5011921001118) from Amazon's Book Store. Tzeentch is the undisputed master of magic in the universe. The Chaos Gods were born -- vast psychic presences composed of the fantasies and horrors of mortals. In the inner reaches of the maze, a web of crystal corridors bursts into jagged shards as Ahriman, the great Heretic Astartes Sorcerer of the Thousand Sons, leads the warriors of his Traitor Legion to war -- only to be trapped once more by their own reflections. Trespassers are viewed poorly in Nurgle's domain, as the Seers of Lugganath found to their cost. Their sallow faces twisted with mounting greed until their piles toppled and, weeping, they had to start all over again. Realm of Chaos: Wrath and Rapture $ 49.69 – $ 425.99 In both the 41st Millennium and the Mortal Realms, the servants of Chaos war with one another as much as with their innumerable enemies. The knight shook his head sadly and walked away, untempted by the lure of temporal power. The superhuman warrior turned away, troubled. To understand what might otherwise seem contradictory or even perverse in nature, one must first comprehend that which Nurgle embodies. It is said that within these dire forges labour the souls of warriors who died in their sleep, forever doomed to serve Khorne as slaves. Though he is the creator of every infection and epidemic to have ever swept the universe, Nurgle is not a morose purveyor of despair and gloom, but a vibrant god of life and laughter. As their empire reached its zenith, the Aeldari became lost in their own decadence, for they experience sensation and emotion to a far greater degree than any other intelligent species of the galaxy. Each chants sonorously, keeping count of the diseases created, the mischievous Nurglings that have hatched, and the souls claimed by the Lord of Decay's putrid blessings. They knew that they would almost certainly die in the attempt, but believed that their souls would ultimately be drawn back into the glittering Spirit Stones of their comatose bodies. For long periods, one god may dominate the others, fed by its own success, leeching its foes' energy for its own growth. Eventually, these instinctual, formless entities gained a rudimentary consciousness of their own. Instead, they were able to dedicate their lives to whatever idle pursuits took their fancy. Behind buckled and cracked walls thicker than any mortal fortification, the Juggernauts of Khorne are corralled. The faces and fertile forms of the dancers were impossibly sensual, moulded to the perfect desire of the observer's heart. From such war springs more of the richness of life and death, of triumph over adversity. Buy Realm of Chaos: Wrath and Rapture - Warhammer today with the lowest price and get it tomorrow with next day shipping! Perhaps not even Tzeentch himself can say for sure. The Realm of Chaos, also known as the immaterium, the spirit world, the aethyr and the warp, is another dimension - a separate reality from the physical dimension of the Warhammer World which is intrinsically linked to the mortal, material world. Slaying a Daemon's physical projection does not kill it, but only severs its presence in reality; its true essence in the Warp remains unharmed. In the shadow of the Brass Citadel, his elite Bloodletter generals battle against the Daemon-Killa's undying horde on a daily basis. He watches over the plans of his playthings as they unfold into history, toying with fate and fortune; both for his own entertainment and to further his unfathomable schemes. This blood-soaked realm echoes constantly with Khorne's bellows and the clash of weapons, the cracking of whips and the clarion calls of innumerable brass war horns. It is no accident that war has spread from one side of the Imperium to the other, for over the aeons, Khorne has ensured that genocidal fury has coursed across the stars. The bone-white sand was made from the remains of those who had rested there and fallen into a coma of blissful indolence and sloth. Rampant and hungry, Slaanesh devoured the minds and souls of the Aeldari, and across the galaxy, that ancient race was almost wiped out. Fungi, both plain and spectacular, break through the squelching mulch of the forest floor, puffing out clouds of choking spores. In this warped plane of existence, deepest horrors and mortal fears are given form, and time and space twist insanely in upon themselves. Khorne's Daemons advanced as a great legion accompanied by blaring horns; beneath brazen banners, the whips of roaring monstrosities urge on rank upon rank of bloodthirsty footsoldiers. 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