Hear me, Ozvedat, Sorcerer of the Thousand Sons.
An echoing call echoes through the hollow halls of battle-barge. Like the winding hallways of Prospero, reality seems to shift in and out of focus, seemingly at will, as the call grow louder and louder in one's mind. This, however, was no mere whisper from a lesser horror, for within its voice carries enough power to damn an entire planet to Oblivion, should it desire.
The Changer has heard - will hear of - did hear - of your deeds, and we are pleased with your actions, but I come to you with an even greater task.
Slowly shimmering into existence, an immense bird-like creature started to take form before the sorcerer's very eyes. Impossible arrays of colors assailed mortal senses, driving lesser beings mad. Nearby thralls of the battle-barge, realizing the magnanimous occasion of its visit, began fervently chanting praise to Tzeentch -
As if Tzeentch could not open their paltry mind. The creature seemed to scoff as its razor-sharp beak, curved like a vulture, shook slightly in disapproval as a thrall cried out in terror, its soul too weak to handle the strain of such a glorious sight. The sixteen Grey Knight helmets that it wore as a necklace jingled as it gently floated forward. Its cold, beady eyes seem to stare into the Thousand Son's soul as the Lord of Change nodded.
You have had your visions, have you not? You see - as I do - that our master desires the Star of Isha. While its powers are beyond even my own understanding, such a wondrous object is wasted in the hands of simple Nurgle, who uses it to create slobbering simple-tons rather than seeing it for its true potential.
A pause. A simple gesture, and an image of a glowing object is conjured effortlessly. Appearing to be no more than an inch in radius, a spherical cloud of bright mist covered what seemed to be a single rune of the hated Eldar. The single rune - that of a crying eye - is surrounded by a multitude of chains rapidly rotating around its apex. The nearest thrall ceased its howling and stared at the vision in wonder -
The Star of Isha, or Tel'salaasaith as it is known in their tongue, is an artifact of enormous significance to the Eldar. And it would have remained lost for all of eternity, too, were it not for a ...fortuitous turn of events.
The Lord of Change paused briefly, as if savoring the moment.
Ah, yes. The servants of the corpse-god. Always, always meddling in things they cannot understand, powers that they could not hope to harness. They thought it was a mere alien bauble to be destroyed, but what they did not realize was the fact that it would draw the attention of every psychic entity - including that of fat, sloven, Nurgle.
With another wave of its claw, the image suddenly began flying past. The Star of Isha became a speck of light as it disappeared behind the stone walls of some cathedral-like building, the cathedral gave away to streets, then city blocks of an Imperial hive world. Soon, continents - hidden partially by clouds - vanished, replaced by that of a massive planet.
Nurgle does not yet realize the significance of the Star. He makes no attempt to study it, but instead, delight in the plague and suffering it brings. The Changer have decided that it would be imprudent for us - any of us - to carry out this task, as it draws unnecessary attention. We have decided that a mortal servant would be ... better suited for the task.
Its eyes seem to wink at you as its wings beat slightly, puffing out the age-old robes that dangled loosely on its thin frame.
Now, then, Sorcerer. It is your turn to inquire. Speak if you wish.