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Idk if this helps at all, and I don't know if this gives for any new ability (I think it does, idk), but I wanted to share it and get your opinion .
I recently read a short story about the Eye of Terror. In this story, a Lord of Change reflects on Tzeentch and the Nature of the Warp.
The daemon wonders why Tzeentch would choose to undo his own plans?
The Warp is contradiction, it destroys reality to the point that the impossible exists. Tzeentch is the purest impossibility, it represents the union of opposite premises (X and not-X), creating fractal symmetries of contradictions that extend infinitely.
I recently read a short story about the Eye of Terror. In this story, a Lord of Change reflects on Tzeentch and the Nature of the Warp.
The daemon wonders why Tzeentch would choose to undo his own plans?
The daemon concludes that given the nature of his master, it is normal for his plans to oppose each other.Damnation Oracle, master of complexities and subtleties to test the wit of gods, Puppet Master, Grandfather of Sorcerers, the First and Final Manipulator! The feather-thing bounces and caws, heaping titles upon its master in gleeful obeisance. His master is the master of cunning, conspiracy and control. Why would the embodiment of deep and cunning control turn his own plans to naught on a passing fancy?
Tzeentch is the embodiment of learning and at the same time the embodiment of the lie that leads to ignorance. He is the master of conspiracy and planning, and also of its opposite.Succumb to a passing fancy? How could he prevent himself? For his master is not his master for his master is nobody's master. His master is the Changer of Ways, the Capricious Soul, the King of the Court of the Lords of Change, randomness, rebirth, surrender to endless patternless whimsy. How can an embodiment of the warp's endless froth of entropy resist undoing patterns, even its own?
The Warp is contradiction, it destroys reality to the point that the impossible exists. Tzeentch is the purest impossibility, it represents the union of opposite premises (X and not-X), creating fractal symmetries of contradictions that extend infinitely.
Warp has no form, order, or logic.And so here is what his intellect understands: that his master defies intellect. He is the patron of learning and he is the embodiment of treacherous mis-meaning that renders learning false. He is the architect of a thousand conspiracies and he is the churning randomness that brings plans to ruin. He is the brightest light of the mind and he is the unknowable shape squatting in the shadows cast by that light. All the warp is contradiction, for the nature it is to melt reality until the impossible cannot help but exist. His master is impossibility at its purest, the harmony and uniting of X and not-X, making of them symmetries that flower like a Mandelbrot set, each petal breaking into its own beautiful and recursive contradictions down to infinity.
Tzeentch altered the meaning of “meaning” in such a way that “meaning” allows for its anti-logical and paradoxical existence.Circling, the ambassador sings to itself of hate and self-hate and the paradox of un-nature. The warp is a place of un-form, un-logic, free of suffocating order. But the echoes of little minds living in arid space imprint that joyous formlessness, stamping it into thought-forms they do not even realise they are creating.
Only its master has fought the contradiction by embracing it, weaving paradoxical natures so deep into its own soul that it has perforce become the master of paradox and anti-logic, warping the meaning of meaning into something it can live within. What a beautiful timbre of existence there is to be had in the service of the fundamental contradiction at that existence's core!