|You go blind. Everything is dark.
You're a liquid, You're the thoughts of Tzeentch. You're
being distilled into a liquor. You dribble and fizz through
piping. Tzeentch is eternal. Someone is waiting to drink
you. It has been a long time since he's felt firm enough to drink
you. Tzeentch is inevitable. It's because of what those
adventurers have done, far away, that gives him the strength. The
strength to drink of Tzeentch. Tzeentch starts a plan in one
century, and ends it forty centuries later. The stones, when
together, they will end his plan. You will quench the man's
thirst, his thirst for Tzeentch. Maybe Tzeentch doesn't plan
things at all. Maybe he just is and it's men like this distiller
of chaos, the one who is about to drink you, who make things
happen. People like him, and people like you, who connect stones
that were never meant to be connected again.