(General POV)
Location Deep in the Warp-the Realm of the Sorceror, the Impossible Fortress, the Crystal Study of the Architech
(Tzeentch's throne room since aside Khorne, and Nurgle the other OG Chaos Gods don't have actual in depth lore of the inner dwellings of their Citadels of Power, I named it as such)
While distracted by the new grand mountain that could be easily seen from even his Realm, Tzeentch started to feel relief.
Tzeentch's sapphire cocoon was finally free from whatever was halting the birthing of himself, and Tzeentch began his long awaited birth and freedom from the cocoon that held him for longer than he'd imagined.
The cocoon that held the Trickster God, began to shake and crack, expelling all of Tzeentch's psychic might and power!!!
This alerted all his daemons, the Horrors (Pink, Blue, & Brimstone), Flamers, Changecasters, Fluxmasters, Fateskimers, Lords of Changes, Screamers, Fluxing Eyes, and Firewisps all of them rushed straight into the Impossible Fortress, directly into their dark master's personal citadel of power.
After sometime the cracks on the azure cocoon started to spread, and increase in amount, this excited the gremlin-like lesser daemons of the Horrors, until eventually he was free from his cocoon, a great burst of several blues and pinks illuminated everything, as a psyker wave of ruinous power spread across the Warp, alerting more then just the other Dark Gods.
Revealing a mass of eldritch undescribeable flesh of eyes, mouth, faces and much more were changing constantly until he decided on a primary form for now...
Tzeentch he manifested himself in his crystal and prism throne room, resembling a eldritch blue creature with hundred of eyes, a mouth on his head and scrotch.
His head had a twisted grin of sharp-teeth, without a nose or eyes but countless tube like pertrutions on top of his skull. (I don't know what to call those things on Tzeentch's art work, soo I'll just call them tubes like Kerrigan Zerg dreds.)
With several sets of primary arms doings various tasks around his throne room, the two long arms with an eye at their palms looking around his study, seeing all the collected and documented tomes, books and scroll that were scattered around his throne chamber, as two other arms were whispering eldritch chants, promises, lies, truths and much more.
He began to float over the remains of cocoon and he crossed his long, legs which have nine eyes trailing down them and webbed nine digit clawed feet, as two of elongated arms with nine clawed digits and mouths on their palms rested on his knees, as he commanded his multiple tentacles growing from his back reached out, and with their open tips revealing mouths (Picture the Deep Rising Monster Tentacles in Tzeentchian colors) and began reaching to a stary nebula which is the strands of Fate itself, as he pluck on these stands and strings of fate.
All the while, Tzeentch's form was in constant flux and change spawning, fading, sprouting, and molding mouths, tentacles, claws, eyes, faces and so much eldritch things...(Except for some quick adjustments, my description of Tzeentch is the same from what I've described in Old World.)
But regardless the Changer of Ways, was finally born, and after taking a deep breathe from all his ever-changing amount of noses, he let out a comtemp sigh of happiness.
As Tzeentch looked down at his legion of faithful daemons, and with a conniving laugh which sounded very jovial and malicious voice, as he finally spoke, "Yes!!! Despite, this...setback...I am free!!! This feeling...this power. I want it... I deserve it... I will change everything, this world shall have endless complexity and every single strand of fate, shall be mine to manipulate, twist, break, mend, and merge in non-ending continuation." the tzeentchian daemons, heard their Dark God proclaim this, and were utterly ballistic with excitement and shouting praise to Tzeentch.
Tzeentch started to laugh maniacally as hundreds, to thousands of schemes were starting to brew in the head of the God of Change...
One of those schemes involves not only war, but taking the humongous, foreign source of magic that has just merged with the Realm of Chaos.
Of course he was completely peeved that his brothers have actually horded that magic for themselves, he was the only one worthy of all that power, all the souls on the Materium, and of the total sole domination of the Warp.
Tzeentch looked at his cheering daemons, from his mischievous horrors, to the swimming/flying Screamers, and the Fluxing Eyes flying and watching around the air, he addressed them, "LISTEN!!! My servents, you'll shall attack the mountain out my realm, claiming it exclusively for my own possession. GET ME THAT MOUNTAIN!!! CLAIM THOSE SECRETS FOR ME!!!!" Tzeentch yelled with all his power, causing all his daemons to start leaving and preparing to leave the Realm of the Sorcerors, and invade the new landmark on the Realms of Chaos.
Tzeentch giggled and cackled, as he floated there in his Study/Throne Room, but then he started to...receive a psychic message from his...brothers?
A few moments before Tzeentch's birth...
Location the Neutral Zone of Chaos, Mount Olympus-Palace of the Chaos Gods, The Council Chamber of Calamities
The Chaos Gods all could sense that Tzeentch was just about to be born.
Already all their legions have gathered around Mount Olympus, accompanied/lead by all the Elder Daemons of Chaos, they amassed a giant army with Karanak, and Skorpius also admist the giant army of Carnage, Plague, and Blood Daemons all waiting for the incoming Change Daemons.
All cause their Dark Masters knew that upon merging the Greek Realm with the Warp, the surge of foreign magic would be to tempting for Tzeentch to ignore, just before the mountain completely merged with the "earth" of the Chaos Realms, Laharl suggested to wait until the Changer is born and contact him...which was meet with shock, and disbelief from all apart from his wives & fiancees...the Dark One, explained that Tzeentch is the embodiment of envy, selfishness, and hunger with those traits he'll answer their call and his sense of superiority will drive him to accept the bet, he was planing to issue.
For Laharl will be offering not only the Core of Olympus, but untold amount of knowledge involving magic, including the power of Fel Magic, he demonstrated the point by litting a fel-fireball over his right claw.
All Gods gathered could not only feel the raw daemonic nature of that dark magic, that Laharl was casting but also his own essence which meant that only through the Dark One's blessing could Tzeentch get this source of magic.
So in the end they've agreed with Laharl's plan, and waited for Tzeentch's birth to be complete, since even from here in the Council Chamber, they've all could feel the growing surge of chaotic energy coming from what is clearly Tzeentch's domain...
PRESENT TIME...
Tzeentch was finally born, and the Chaos Pantheon was awaiting the response from their newest member of their Pantheon/Family, which in all honesty wasn't long.
A colossal burst of Warp-energies came wafting over their mountain...while massive for the Lesser Gods, and their daemonic legion for Laharl, his brothers, his wives, and sisters-in-law it was insignificant in comparison to themselves.
The Dark One, knowing well the massive troll and power hungry that Great Schemer is he'll immediately start the new Chaos war,by targeting Mount Olympus.
Soo he and his brothers immediately contacted him psychically...after a few brief moments, he answered them.
Tzeentch first words to them were, "Well, well, this is surely a surprise. Why would my rivals and enemies call me?" quite honestly Laharl was half-expecting Tzeentch to sound a bit like his Text to Speach counterpart, bit at last it just sounded like a eldritch almagimation of voices...but regardless, as he was about to respond, Nurgle spoke back first, "Ohh? Is...the...estimed...Change God...too busy...and...cowardly...to...speak...to his...older...brothers?" with everybit of teasing, and animosity laced in the voice of the Plague God.
All three of them, heard growling and screeching blasting directly into their heads...Tzeentch was pissed...Laharl sighed, as he spoke next, "Easy Nurgle. Tzeentch I, Laharl Valboga, have come to bargain with you." Tzeentch went quiet for a moment before he responded back, "A bargain, you say? Hehhehhhehahahegsh..." all that the Trio thought of Tzeentch's laughter was, "Warp that is the most annoying laugh I've ever heard" as Tzeentch continues to laugh for quite a while, until all three of them had enough, and psychically screamed at their new younger brother, "SHUT THE WARP UP, TZEENTCH!!!!" they'd released soo much combined power that Mount Olympus, and some of the surrounding areas shuke.
All the Dark One, thought of was that Tzeentch wasn't even a hour old, and he already a major ahole and troll...
As him, Nurgle, and Khorne calmed down the best they'd could, they heard their brother speak again in their heads, "No need to get angry...brothers. Just some laughs between...rivals." Laharl could feel Khorne and Nurgle's rage boiling over.
The Dark One resumed trying to converse with the Changer of Ways, but it's proven quite difficult...and annoying...Laharl knew that of all his siblings, that God of a Thousand and One Schemes, would be by far the most difficult of to handle...
But after saying, "I'm willing to bet a magic source, that I'm the only one that has access to!!" Tzeentch became quiet, and after a moment of silence he responded with, "I'm listening, Laharl." Laharl started explaining about the power of the Twisting Nether, that he has divine dominion over, with that dark magical power one can harness a daemonic magic that the Sorceror God, could only barely imagine.
Using his meta and personal knowledge, of WoW Warlock lore.
Tzeentch was getting more and more intrigued by this Fel-Magic, and these Warlocks, and Laharl knew this bait was tempting the Architech of Fate, but he still had a lot more feed to draw in his brother into his trapt...while the Dark One, has some abstinence in mentioning, what next the next piece bait soo he started to talk about Elder Daemons and also one specific Elder Daemon that was in his service...Ba'al Allseer, the Great Seer.
Tzeentch was actually shocked at first that all his rivals would ascend and bestow their Greater Daemons, to such a level of power and said Elder Daemons be utterly loyal to them, but when he heard about his eldest brother's Seer, being able to easily see and navigate every single branching timelines of the ever changing future, the Changer was very interested.
But the wagers haven't ended yet, as the Dark One offered one final thing in this "bargain" that he was trying to sell.
His brother, the Dark One, offered something that could be invaluable to the Lord of Schemes, a artifact capable of bending even the "rules" of the Immaterium to create anything without consequence, this item that the Dark Harbinger was offering and completely sold Tzeentch was a Warp Tersarract (Free Absolute Creation).
Tzeentch once again was thrown into a insane fit of laughter...which annoyed the older Chaos Gods...but in the end Tzeentch replied with, "Very generous. Very generous indeed Laharl. But what is it that you want, that you'd risk such valuable information and advantages to "bargain" with me?" at that moment Laharl, he knew that he has finally caught Tzeentch.
So the Dark One, answered Tzeentch's question, "Why my dear little brother? Quite simple, actually. I've come to challenge, you. To make a bet with you, with these three things on the line!!" Tzeentch was pleasantly shocked, as he mentally commanded his legions to cease marching for the moment, as he believed that he has the upper hand, over Laharl and will obtain untold power regardless on what game his "brother" will wage against him, for he is the Master of Manipulation, the Great Schemer, the Unbridled Master of Games!!!
As Tzeentch waited for the Dark Harbinger to issue his challenge to him, he was preparing to use his psychic might to read and know all his moves before he'll even think them.
That's when he heard Laharl speak what Tzeentch will be risking if he accepts, first he is forbidden from manipulating the fate or fortune of the incoming war, it will be completely up to chance and skill, not him twisting tide of battle to his favor.
Tzeentch was shocked that the first thing he'll lose would be that, but he didn't care is not like he can twist things into his favor in the end, then came the second thing he'll be risking is he can't use Warp-Sorcery to aid his forces or change the terrain to his advantage should the battle take place in his domain.
Again the Changer was shocked, but in comparison to the initial condition it wasn't as difficult to use a loophole against it, he'll just release his psychic power and daemonic magic, in waves to cause...accidental changes...to his terrain and he'll be free of any backlash, if there was going to be any at the end of this game.
Next and third condition set against him, was that he is forbidden from tampering with any sorcery use against his forces or his domain, of all the conditions given up till now that was the least annoying, and honestly to Tzeentch he believed that all his Daemon Sorcerers, and spells would be all-powerful against his enemies, soo he didn't much care about that meager condition.
And lastly should he lose the upcoming bet he is forbidden from hiding away from conflict, he'll have to come out of his Impossible Fortress, and face him, Khorne, and Nurgle in a fight directly and should he lose that match than he'll lose the upcoming war regardless of the tide of victory, that was happening in the battle.
Tzeentch was speechless, upon hearing that nearly unbelievable final condition that he turned from shock, to insult and rage as he yelled back at Laharl, "ME!? FIGHT YOU ALL!!? LEAVE MY SANCTUM!!!? WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL AND WARP, DO YOU DARE DEMAND THAT OF ME!!!!? DESPITE WHAT YOU'VE OFFER AS A COLADERAL, MY LOST WILL COST ME MORE THAN YOU OFFERED!!!!!!"
Laharl and his brothers fought all the erge to laugh at Tzeentch's little tantrum, cause he thinks that their being unfair against him.
When they all knew thanks, to the Dark One that Tzeentch is the most annoying, conniving, cheating, and unfair being that they'll quite possibly face or meet in the multiverse, or at least in the Chaos alignment.
Soo to calm down the baby Eldritch Daemon God, Laharl said, "Brother calm down. And think clearly should you win, you'll gain untold amount of benefits. And we'll even sweeten the deal more, for ninety-nine cycles of the Azure Moon, all territory claim by you'll won't be touched, attacked, or reclaimed for that time period." Tzeentch stop growling and making eldritch sounds, when he thought "Cycles? Azure Moon?" and he said in a clearly confused sounding tone, "Ummm...not to insult all your meager intelligence." Laharl, Khorne and Nurgle replied immediately, "Asshole." which Tzeentch totally ignored and continued speaking, "But time is but a myth in our domain, and since when does the Realm of Chaos have celestial bodies?".
Khorne responded this time, "For the love of Chaos!!! TZEENTCH!!! JUST LOOK UP YOUR SKY, YOU IDIOT!!!!" the Changer was angered by being called an idiot, but to entertain the bloody brute of a brother, he looked up to his sky and saw...a azure blue colored moon actually floating over Nurgle's realm...Laharl explained that they created that moon, as a another source of Chaos and a meager form of telling time in the Warp.
Tzeentch was surprised by the Moon of Chaos, and demanded that the Azure Moon shall be added as another wager for his upcoming victory.
Nurgle was getting very annoyed by the Architech, that not even his fiancee or daughter could calm the Maggotking, Khorne found it...stupid, despite the Azure Moon's great importance it's a neutral place, none of them has complete authority over it, soo even if Tzeentch somehow did manage to get their Moon, it be a waste as he can only add to his corruption not take dominance of it.
All the while Laharl, was both surprised and not of Sorceror God's jealousy and envy, just because he was too distracted with them and probably Realspace, that he never looked up at their Azure Moon to notice it, and cause their have partial command over it and he doesn't, Tzeentch wants their Moon...the Dark One, can safely say that Tzeentch is their annoying younger brother, that craves everything that his big brothers have, just because they don't have it...
At the end they agreed with Tzeentch's additional terms, and Khorne and Nurgle, told Laharl to hurry and explain the game/bet with Tzeentch so they can end this childish crap already, and Laharl fully agree with them.
Laharl said to Changer, that the bet is easy, inside deep in his mind, there is a secret, a secret so great that whoever owns it would easily become the most powerful Chaos God in existence, and he swore by his name and Chaos itself that this secret is genuine.
All that Tzeentch had to do to win, is to psychically manifest himself before them, and read and extract that secret from him, tell them, and he'll win, but if he can't and or surrenders they'll win and he'll be bound to fulfill his side of the agreement.
In the end Tzeentch agreed to the game, not knowing he bounded himself to a promise with the God of Promises himself.
Tzeentch's pride and superiority are going to bite him in all his ever-changing amount of asses, and he manifested a psychic made blue construct of himself in front of the balcony that all the Chaos Pantheon were gathered, floating in his usual cross-legged position he greeted his brothers...and to Changer's surprise his other family, reading the surface thoughts of Khorne and Nurgle's minds, he quickly learn of the Wives of Chaos, and the Pantheon.
He'll admit these Sisters of Fate, that he brief learned of are intriguing to him, but he came to win against his eldest brother's ridiculous, little bet.
The Architech of Fate decided to mock and showboat, saying that he was expecting a challenge, or something more impressive from his elder siblings, especially the named Dark Emperor of Daemonkind.
Soo without a ounce of fear or doubt, Tzeentch tried to enter the Dark One's mind, which immediately activated his guardian, the stand like entity known as Iron Maiden 666, as a iron maiden casket daemon appeared before Tzeentch, before he could react Iron Maiden 666 reached down his blade like claws and open the iron maiden casting the Sorceror God into the void, as the ability Infinity Void was now in affect.
Tzeentch was pulled into the void, as infinite amount of information and data was being forced into his mind!!!!
It was too much, as all the God of Knowledge, felt was excruciating and agonizing pain inside his head, never before has he suffered like this!!!!
And as the creature mysteriously appeared and attacked him, it banished as the construct of Tzeentch screamed, placing his hands on his head and banishing away...which meant that Laharl has won, and the contract and Oath made between them and Tzeentch was now in affect.
Their gambit fully paid off, and the first round in this Chaos War, was theirs.
Now they have to wait a bit until Tzeentch's migraine stops and he recovers enough to face them, cause the third Chapter of the Great Game has officially begun!!
[Quick Notice: Hey I'm back, and refreshed!! Here is the birth of Tzeentch and the upcoming war/fight between the Chaos Gods, cause as I saw it Tzeentch is one of the only Dark God that has advantages in prolonged wars like Khorne, so I'll make this upcoming Chaos War a straight up fight between the Chaos Gods, while their daemons fight in the background, unlike the other battles were I focused 50/50 on both the battles happening in the war, and the big fight between the Dark Gods. Instead I'll primary be the fight, with a bit of War on the side, thank you and please keep reading.]