LORE

"Do not ask which creature screams in the night. Do not question who waits for you in the shadow. It is my cry that wakes you in the night, and my body that crouches in the shadow. I am Tzeentch and you are the puppet that dances to my tune..."
—Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways

The Children of Tchar

To the north of Erengrad, two days walk from the nearest settlement, lies a mountain, unnamed on any Imperial map. To most it is nondescript. But to a seeker of knowledge, the mountain calls out, luring them akin to a siren to a fated sailor. The silent denizens of the mountain will greet the seeker and take them upwards, deep into the heart of the mountain. Inside an obsidian chamber, beneath braziers of iridescent flame, nine interlocking golden circles pattern the floor. A voice will command the seeker to kneel in the centre of the circles. For days they will remain, locked in deep meditation.

None that enter the Nine Circles come out with their mind intact. For the few, they will see the world with its veil removed. Words on pages will shift and the real meaning of time and life will be revealed with every flick of the page. Stranger's thoughts may seem audible as if their inner secrets were spoken out only to the new Child of Tchar.
However, most will become wrecks of their former selves. Reduced to a gibbering mess, these unfortunate's manic cackling can be heard resonating in the foothills of the mountains.

The Children of Tchar will bind together with one another. Their fates entwined. Some will form clandestine sects inside the major cities of the Old World, manipulating the local community in ways unfathomable to mortal minds. Others will join local armies and carry out Tzeentch's will on the battlefield. And then others, especially those not of the human form, will band together in Blood Bowl teams to better traverse the Old World. The Children of Tchar Blood Bowl Team has entered the White Isle League to carry out the machinations of the Changer of Ways.