Prologue

Xel'shar smirked as he looked upon the view screen before him a taloned hand tapped against the keypad inset in the arms of his command chair. The large almost jewel like screen set before him shimmered into life as it displayed the space about him, his grin broadened as an image of a large black planet appeared before him. He could feel the power radiating from deep within the planet even from here, he could feel the lord of change calling out to him, he wanted to be free it wanted life, it wanted power.

Xel'shar had once been human a simple labourer on a planet close to the eye of terror of course he had always known he was special, he had always had powers. At first he had though to his folly that it was the Emperor's divine light shining through him. Though others disagreed and branded him a witch, traitor and heretic at first the very through had hurt him he had always been a loyal servant though that came to an abrupt halt when the Thousand Sons had come.

Like gods of old they had come to the planet appearing out of no where they had taken the main city and where advancing on his homestead. It was then the whispers had begun subtle words rang through his ears, whispering of the lord of change, of T'zeentch and the powers he held. They spoke of true psychic potential of power, he was told he could even lead the very warriors slaughtering all about him….the though intrigued him and he allowed himself to be taken.

That was almost 200 years ago now and the wizened psycher had gone through many changes, his patron god gifting him time and time again with mutations he was stronger, faster, smarter and more powerful than he had ever been in the servitude of the corpse Emperor. He had been requested by envoys of his patrons leaders of the Thousands Son's chapter to come to this world, a Greater Daemon lay beneath one of the many hives that covered 9/10's of the planets surface and he was to free it.

"My Lord, what are your orders?" asked a small man beside him, in truth he was no longer a man standing at 4 foot high he looked more like a bird feathers grew from his skin and a large break was forming on his face a gift from the change lord. "Drel'Kline is down on this world I can feel him," he said in a slightly shrill voice, his face had fully taken the form of a large black beak. "We shall raid this world in the change lord name and free one of his faithful, tell the Son's it is time," he said with a smirk.

The Thousands Son's Chaos Space Marines of old, though in truth they were little more than automatons now there bodies having been turned to dust in order to prevent mutation. Xel'shar had never really understood why they would do this, surely they would of accepted their new mutations with pride and honour and show their allegiance to the world rather than turn themselves to dust. Though of course the ruling caste of sorcerers where still human many thousands of years old yet still free of the mutations their lord could give them.

Aboard his ship the Change Bringer he held in the cargo bays he had a whole company of Son's at his disposal just over 100 marines in total. And then of course there were the thousands upon thousands of followers that crammed the corridors of his ship, he would bring change to this world and he would make it his own. With a chuckle he turned once more to Locasta the other bird man "Commence the bombardment and make the troops ready for ground fall, and raise the cults on the planet the time of change has begun!" he commanded.