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He found himself looking at his comrades. Hallan was small and dark, Jenks tall and fair, but despite the differences between them he realised they did not look any more like Guardsmen than either him or Leden. Himself included, they all still looked like what they were – farmboys. Like him, they were all the sons of farmers. So for that matter were most of the men in the regiment. They were all of them farmboys, fresh from the fields and accustomed to lives of peaceful obscurity. The arrival of the induction notices had changed that forever. Now, for better or worse, they found themselves conscripted as Guardsmen. Two thousand green and unproven recruits, sent for basic training at this staging post before they left Jumael IV for good. Two thousand would-be Guardsmen, given over to the tender mercies of men like Sergeant Ferres in the hope they could be made into soldiers by the time they got their first taste of action. What you must know ! Tzeentch is the Changer of Ways, and is the essence of chaos itself. He is the Great Schemer, his plans are insanely convoluted and vast, whether he is plotting against his fellow Chaos Gods, or playing games with the lives of mortals. Tzeentch Daemons are spawned of sorcery and deliver powerful ranged attacks, engulfing their foes in magical fire. |
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