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This was a bit of fluff for a Pyrocaster that is leading some Flamers and Screamers in a 200 point Kill Team battle. This part is about the Pyrocaster and her fellow Flamers, who are about to be sent to capture a Psyker. I decided to post it here to see what people think.
Spoiler:
Aesnia, Pyrocaster of Tzeentch.
Aesnia swirled through the warp, moving with the currents in the "air". It had no form, it was simply there, drifiting through the immaterium around it. Here was true life. The mortal world held no flow, it bound one to a form which had no freedom, only doing the will of the one who had placed it their. Aesnia thought of the pathetic mortals, lingering, just waiting for their souls to be consumed when they died, fed to a Chaos god, or their damned Emperor. The Eldar kept their souls away, but Slaanesh would have them all if they didn't, so that was good. The daemon's energy shuttered as it thought of Nurgle's harvest, pestilence killed almost as many as the war of Khorne, but none could defeat her master. Tzeentch did not need blood, rotting, death or orgies to gain souls.
The everchanging world gave itself to Tzeentch, the mortals swaying from one side to another. Love, betrayal, noble causes as well as those that were vile and small were what Tzeentch took for his prey. Pondering the plight of mortals gave Aesnia a vast sense of amusement. This however, was also Tzeentch's eternal game. Unlike the other Gods, who took pleasure and power in the deaths caused by them or in their name, Tzeentch had a different mission. Without the everchanging world, the power of her patron would wane. Tzeentch was the only God who found balance, keeping the world from going into ruin only to sustain its power. Balancing destruction and life to continue the mortal cycle. Tzeentch worked against all other powers to keep the balance, more true genius than any mortal could imagine.
Although not truly female, Aesnia and her "sister" Daemons got their name from the human planet of Tyentia, where the human strain was "polluted" by Psykers. Tzeentch saw this opportunity and sent his followers to claim these Psykers for himself, but the local guard, as well as Space Marines of the Excorcist Chapter fought back. While the Daemonic strikes succeeded at first, the Excorcists soon adapted to combat the Daemonic threat, destroying small armies of daemons easily. At one time, 5 Terminators and 20 or so of their tactical marines went about, slaying Tzeentch's horrors and leaving daemonic and cultists bodies littered in their wake. That was when the Sisterhood intervened. They exploded out of the warp, just in time to see a Lord of Change crush a terminator beneath his foot, before it's brothers beat it down with their augmented mechanical fists. As the greater daemon fell, the flamers spewed their warp-tainted flames into the backs of these veterans. Caught off guard and not expecting an attack, the flames washed over and through the armoured marines, charring their flesh and causing them to collapse into the dirt. As they turned from the bodies, the Land Raider which had carrying them unleashed its payload upon the Daemons. Aesnia was struck, but the lost limb was soon replaced by another, it's angry face washing the vehicled in flame. The daemons brought an end to the massive vehicle, and the Machine Spirit inside of it flickered as the warpfire caused it to short circut and eventually die. The Land Raider, still being whole, and relatively undamaged, the Marines came to investigate. The Flamers waited, and ambushed the marines as they waded through the bodies to investigate the hulking tank. The Excorcist force there was utterly decimated, because of this deception.
The daemons continued to appear throughout the guard camps. Without the protection of the Space Marines, the guard fell like wheat to a scythe, and the Flamers, Screamers and Horrors swept through the camp. Faster than the guard holding the section of the planet could react and reinforce, the Daemons had made their way into the hive city and captured the Psykers, within the palace of the Imperial governer. Before they departed, Aesnia and her chosen 4 made their way to where the governer and councilmen hid in their office. The flamers left only blue fire and ashes in their wake. Recorded by the Arbite security forces, but spread by the agents Tzeentch had placed among them, the soldiers around the planet quickly saw what had happened to their leaders and commanders, and the "Sisterhood of Flame" became feared throughout the sector.
As the incursion continued through other planets in the sector, the name stuck with the Daemons, who affiliated themselves with it because they found it ammusing. The mortals could never eliminate them permanantely, and so it was believed that they were immortal bearers of death. Aesnia and her fellow sisters found this greatly satisfying, and have continued to spread their name to other sectors, using agents to make sure that those who heard of them knew what to fear. Aesnia felt the warp tugging her energy, and she flowed freely toward the vast maze the surrounded to towers and fortresses of Tzeentch, she and her sisters manifesting in a bodily for as they reached the massive construct erected in this realm. Tzeentch had called them, they would soon do his will again.
