The chaos heart and the pure hearts full#

Now sure there are cultists–and they’re heretical and all, but for the most part they’re still people. And they’ll tell you you’re meant for great things, and make you forget that you gotta eat, kill, and backstab your way to the top only to get inevitably betrayed one day if you’re lucky. It’s the sort of thing that gets you outta bed.

The chaos heart and the pure hearts full#

It’s when you start to thinking you’re maybe somehow above all of this–better than the lowly commoners that you start gettin’ full of Heretical thoughts what worm their way into your heart of hearts. Sure it’s greed and corruption, but it’s honest human greed and corruption.īut it’s when people start getting ideas in their head that they ain’t full of cowardice and spit and vinegar that Heresy takes hold. It’s beautiful, in it’s own ignoble kind of way. And yet–in spite of this, perhaps because of the Emperor’s Protection, or perhaps because there’s a certain spiteful bloodymindedness that anyone, from the most cantankerous and secretive loremaster, to the lowliest guardsman who’s been ordered over the top–there’s a certain kind of unrelenting spiteful determination to keep the Universe from somehow winning that keeps the base, corrupt heart of humanity pure. And every desire seems ripe for the feast in the eyes of the Ruinous Powers. What drives a man to heresy? Is it lust for power? Greed? A burning desire for revenge? All of these things make their homes in the human heart. One of our battle-loremasters, who we all assumed had been killed, has returned to us with tales of heresy and death from around the galaxy: Our last series on the nature of daemons was deemed too heretical and while we await the agents of the Inquisition to finish purging the last heresy from our archives, we have a rare treat. With all this heretical talk of Tzeentch and the Thousand Sons going around, Loremasters, we must protect against a terrible foe.Įditor’s note: We have a special guest lecturer-again.