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Magisters are amongst the most magically powerful of Tzeentch’s mortal servants. It is they who lurk at the heart of an Arcanite cult, manipulating all and sundry to ensure the Change God’s will is carried out.
Though they prefer to operate from their sorcerous lairs, when Magisters take to the field, they revel in unleashing their most devastating evocations. With a gesture, these master sorcerers summon roaring flames of every colour or exude rays of pure change-magic that warp enemies beyond recognition. The more outlandish the fate they can inflict, the more honour they do to the Changer of the Ways.
Magisters who take a particular delight in the carnage of open magical warfare will seek out a Screamer to act as their mount, warping the daemonic creature’s flesh and alloying it with strange metals until it serves as a Disc of Tzeentch. Having eschewed the subtlety typical to their kind, they have embraced their role as the bringers of violent change.
Contrails of flame billow in their wake as they blaze through the skies alongside other airborne minions. The Magisters hungrily draw upon these fires to wield as tools of annihilation, scouring the lands until they are more pleasing to Tzeentch’s ninefold gaze.
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Magisters are amongst the most magically powerful of Tzeentch’s mortal servants. It is they who lurk at the heart of an Arcanite cult, manipulating all and sundry to ensure the Change God’s will is carried out.
Though they prefer to operate from their sorcerous lairs, when Magisters take to the field, they revel in unleashing their most devastating evocations. With a gesture, these master sorcerers summon roaring flames of every colour or exude rays of pure change-magic that warp enemies beyond recognition. The more outlandish the fate they can inflict, the more honour they do to the Changer of the Ways.
Magisters who take a particular delight in the carnage of open magical warfare will seek out a Screamer to act as their mount, warping the daemonic creature’s flesh and alloying it with strange metals until it serves as a Disc of Tzeentch. Having eschewed the subtlety typical to their kind, they have embraced their role as the bringers of violent change.
Contrails of flame billow in their wake as they blaze through the skies alongside other airborne minions. The Magisters hungrily draw upon these fires to wield as tools of annihilation, scouring the lands until they are more pleasing to Tzeentch’s ninefold gaze.
