In the fractal realities of Tzeentch’s labyrinth, time and space are subverted. Years pass in the blink of an eye and prisoners of these chaotic realms find themselves spontaneously vomited out into planes of existence very different from those they left behind.
In the world that was, I was working on a Chaos Sorcerer and a mutant flock of Forsaken. Now, these warped servants of Tzeentch find themselves fully painted and reborn into the Mortal Realms. Let’s take a look.
A lone figure stares out into an ocean so dark that it merges with the night sky – an inky, inexorable void. Somewhere in that vastness lurk his Deepkin masters and soon enough they will call upon him once more to do their bidding.
Time moves differently in The Warp. In what seems like the blinking of an eye, over two years have passed since we last posted here! Fortunately our brushes have not been idle and there is much for us to share this year. To kick things off here’s a new Rat Orgor!