The WoffBoot Chronicles: Disciples of Tzeentch

"They plotted against their kin, devising lies and poisons... those were bitter days, and hate brings forth hate."

Akallabêth, The Silmarillion

The Conclave of Turpitude

Leaders

"Turn and face the strange"

Units

Warscrolls: 16
Points: 3,000
General: Stylus
WoffBoots: XI
Battles: Won 5 / Lost 4

From this summons came many woes that afterwards befell.

Then the sleeping earth trembled at the beat of his golden hooves...

He thrust the end of his staff into the midst ... At once a great spout of green and blue flame sprang out...

If this is bewitchment, it seems to me more wholesome than your whisperings.

"I am great headman... I count many things: stars in sky, leaves on trees, men in the dark."

"'If the Men... are so wild and fell, of what sort are the women of that land?

The heads had vulture-faces... some dreadful spirit of evil vigilance abode in them.

An arrow came whistling out of the gloom: it was aimed with skill, or guided by fate.

They listened to his evil and cunning words, and they worshipped the Darkness and yet feared it.