Yeah, but a vague non-statement about values is exactly what you would use to avoid tensions with e.g. the government and subsequent damage to the brand. ''We remove this product from our production lines because we believe it would be suppressed otherwise'' would be a disastrous statement and would agitate several groups at once, of course you don't go out and say so if you can avoid it at all. On the other hand, agreements between GW and artists may include clauses that forbid discussion of the contract or contract disputes in public. Slaanesh is master of cruel passions and hidden vices, and of terrible temptations. Of all the Dark Gods, Slaanesh alone is divinely glamorous: long-limbed and elegant, with a haunting, androgynous beauty. It is impossible for a mortal to look upon that divine face without losing their soul to his service, for all who see Slaanesh become slaves to his slightest whim. Slaanesh can assume male, female or hermaphrodite form at will, though he mostly manifests himself as a young man -- clean limbed and fresh with the vigour of youth. Slaanesh is seductive as only an immortal can be, disarming in his innocence, utterly beguiling in his manner. Known widely as the Lord of Pleasure, Slaanesh is truly dedicated to the pursuit of excess -- the overthrow of all moderate and decent behaviour. [6a] Styrkaar of the Sortsvinaer - A Champion of Slaanesh and one of Archaon's Lieutenants during the alternate timeline known as the Storm of Chaos. Many abilities and qualities are associated with the Mark of Slaanesh, but the greatest and most terrible must surely be the ability to corrupt and seduce the most loyal and pure. Those marked by Slaanesh are said to be able to gaze directly into the most hidden depths of another mortal's soul and rip out their most secret desires and fears. Such knowledge is truly the most powerful weapon in the world, for Slaanesh's servants use it to turn even the most bitter of enemies into the most adoring of slaves. [4f]

Of all the Chaos Gods, Slaanesh has the widest acceptance in the Old World, as there are those that indulge in carnal pleasures without invoking his name, but who definitely draw his attention. Slaanesh accepts people from all walks of life, though most of his followers come from the upper classes, accustomed to living in excess. Artists, poets, and musicians also are drawn to Slaanesh, finding inspiration in his motto of living life to the extreme. Unlike most of the other followers of the Chaos Gods, individual Slaaneshi Chaos Cults have positive attitudes towards each other, creating a large network for his followers to try new temptations. Worshippers are accepted into his secret temples, regardless of race or realm of origin, and a follower that travels to a new city is likely to find a Slaaneshi cell or two willing to take them in. [2e] The oldest and most powerful organisations have existed in one form or another since the earliest days of the Empire; their influence stretches across the world and into the highest of courts. There are numerous cults active in the Reikland today and those dedicated to Slaanesh are particularly virile and dynamic. In Frederheim, for example, the so-called Crimson Eye has existed for nigh on seven decades, its influence spreading insidiously downstream along the River Teufel like spilled blood and infecting the minor nobility almost as far as the Court of Grünburg. The Brotherhood of the Perfect Deliverance is thought to be an offshoot of a far older cult that is well established in Averland and Wissenland, but so far it has been unsuccessful in subverting the established cults of the southern Reikland. [4d]Yes. We have obtained permission to release the album The Horus Heresy - Visions of Heresy, but for obvious reasons it will have to wait. Great idea for a topic, and nicely laid out. One of the nice things about these three is how their lore partially reflects the real-world events of GW not having the rights to the Malal IP. I think Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay had Zuvassin and Nehoco as aspects of an greater unnamed deity – implied to be Malal. In other random ravings and closer to the current timeline I am still exploring the Endworlds and the more obscure patrons of the pantheon there, the “ Sovereign-of-the-bleak-Spire” ( the High King of the local Knight Worlds turned patron deity of the Blighted Reefs) and the wayward love child of the Dark Prince and the Lord of Fate,” That-which-hunts-in-the-Deep” and which name can on,y be pronounced by the native shark men. Nehoco despises any mortal who knows of him, much less a mortal who worships him and tries to spread his name in any way. No, he refuses to have any mortal worshippers. All of humanity worships him by not worshiping him, by not worshiping Chaos at all. There are few exceptions to this rule, the only times he ever does call upon cultists or marines is when he feels he must eradicate knowledge of himself or another god located in the material realm, in which case, his color is a very boring grey. I'm sure there are homophobes and homophobic cultures WITHIN the Imperium, but that's because the Imperium is damn big.

A map of the Realm of Chaos; note the positions and distances between the places on this map are only allegorical; distance and time have no meaning in the Aethyr. Indeed, perhaps their most terrible aspect is the weaponry they bear. Their muskets and cannon are unlike any produced by men or dwarfs, spitting fire and death faster and further than is possible to follow. They travel in mighty vehicles of iron and steel that makes the greatest technical innovations of our own Empire seem paltry in comparison. Their weapons scream as if alive, filling the air with a palpable horror and distress, and turning bones to liquid and blood and stream. The Daemonettes of Slaanesh are the Daemonic embodiments of both the beauty and sadistic pain that is incarnated in the Dark Prince. Second volume of the series. The work emphasizes Slaanesh's birth, descriptions on the god, and the religious cult following the deity. Kless describes the god's aspects of seduction, pleasure and vanity.Slaanesh gains power and influence within the Realm of Chaos by fuelling and feeding upon extremes of emotion and experience unleashed within the mortal domains. While no mortal is immune to the temptations of the Dark Prince, some are more likely to attract his attentions than others. In particular, the nobility of the Old World seem most attracted to the gifts of Slaanesh. Without the need to toil just to place food on the table, nobles are at leisure to pursue whatever pastimes they desire, and a life of indolence is strewn with entrapments to ensnare the unwary soul. Wealth and noble birth grant power, which is all too easily abused. [4b] If Khorne's bloody minions overrun a portion of Nurgle's festering garden, the diseased foliage swiftly decays down to nothing, leaving only a barren and ruddy wasteland. Similarly, should Tzeentch manage to wrest that same territory from Khorne, iridescent crystalline structures will consume the blood-streaked plains. [6a] Those who plot and scheme against rivals or more favoured kin are led astray by the promise of undreamed power, while those afflicted with some weakness, whether real or imagined, might find a means to overcome it, if only they will pay the price. When the dalliances of the idle nobility turn into the active pursuit of power, the agents of the Ruinous Powers are ready to offer counsel and lead the damned even further astray. Hooded strangers appear in the small hours and tell the glazed-eyed nobles of power and experience even they have never imagined. [4d] Of course, such sensibilities also extend to the physical. The experiences of the mind and the satiation of mental desires inspire deeper and darker urgings. Slaanesh erects new cravings by numbing the senses, requiring his thralls to seek out new and stranger experiences to achieve the same thrill as that first experienced. When the pleasures of the artistic endeavour begin to pale, his subjects turn to the physical to receive the same excitement, the same sensations as before. In a sense, the path of the Dark Prince is a slippery slope. The more one probes the glistening pleasures found in this god, the greater the need to receive the new heights of passion. [2e] Those who serve the Serpent for long abandon the sense of restriction imposed by social norms. What was once pleasurable becomes mundane, and his followers must look to stranger and more depraved acts to fulfil their cravings. Soon, even the most carnal of experiences lose their sheen, and so his followers look to the sensations of sweet agony to make them feel anything at all. Decadence blooms into perversion, perversion becomes abomination, until all that’s left is the all-consuming and throbbing urge to feel anything...anything at all. [2e] Price of Excess

Slaanesh does not have a stronghold as such, merely a luxurious palace wherein his Daemonic followers pay court to their master. This shimmering alcazar haunts the dreams and nightmares of mortals in a way that no other place can. It is said that contests in every manner of excess are to be found within the Palace of Pleasure and its fleshy walls pulse to the rhythms within. These debauched competitions occur in six great halls, each cavernous chamber devoted to one of the six deadly seductions of Slaanesh. Such are the incredible depths to which these earthly sins are pursued that their practitioners pass beyond pleasure into torments so terrible that only the truest devotees of Slaanesh can take joy in them. [6a] When positioning Slaanesh in the pantheon of Chaos Gods, many dwell on his role as the seducer and the fulfiller of sexual gratification. But Slaanesh is far more than a font of base pleasures. If he were, then he would not enjoy the pernicious success of corrupting Old Worlders ashe has. Instead, Slaanesh stimulates the imagination. He embodies experience. He is the patron of artists and poets. He engenders the pleasure derived from the aesthetic, and serves as a great inspiration for all who would create and take pleasure from their creations. Slaanesh worms his way into mortal imagining by granting success at one's labours, artificially providing the fuel that drives the artist to put brush to canvas, pen to parchment. [2e] Dechala - Dechala is a heavily mutated High Elven Champion of Slaanesh. She leads the Tak'neisen, the Tormentors, one of the most powerful warbands of Slaanesh in the Chaos Wastes. In the guise of welcoming guests to his lands, Slaanesh entraps both friend and foe. Once enslaved to the Dark Prince's will, death is a merciful release of which the damned can only dream. Those few who somehow pass through the six circles of the Dark Prince's domain find themselves before Slaanesh himself. Mortals perceive Slaanesh as a lithesome youth, clean of limb and of indeterminate gender, though most perceive him as more male than female. His features are beguiling and young, and to look upon them is to lose one's soul utterly. An eternity of damnation awaits the souls enslaved to the blasphemous desires of the Dark Prince of Chaos. [4b] Dark MaidenThese peoples exist in a harsh land of constant war, where Men must be strong and guileful to survive, and as such one might imagine that the hedonism often associated with Slaanesh would be out of place. What soft pleasures might be found amidst a land of howling gales and hard ground? In truth, the pleasures sought and found by those who serve the Dark Prince are those of war, in all its forms. Hundreds of Northmen tribes revel in every extreme of war and death, arts that they practice daily in wars against one another and the civilised peoples of the south. Before each battle, the Chaos Marauders of Slaanesh imbibe all manner of narcotic substances, often of magical aspect, and under their heady influence make war as the supreme celebration of the Dark Prince's blessings of pleasure and pain. [4f] [4g] Locephax - Locephax was a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh who took a keen interest in the Norscan Schwarzvolf tribe and their leader, Queen Valkia, the future Khornate Daemon Princess known as Valkia the Bloody. Initially drawn by the Schwarzvolf's fervent and open worship of Khorne, the Daemon was smitten by the feral beauty of the woman already called the "Gorequeen." After making his intentions to enslave Valkia to his will known to the Norscan warrior-queen, she defeated him in battle and pledged to present his skull personally to the Blood God. This quest into the Chaos Wastes ultimately led to Valkia's death and resurrection as a Daemon Princess of Khorne. In return for this gift and show of devotion, the Blood God embedded the essence of the Slaaneshi Daemon Prince within Valkia's shield, permanently imprisoning Locephax. Locephax has since resolved to be a nuisance to the Blood God's consort even if it has to serve her.

The long-announced position of Liber Chaotica, unfortunately, will not be published in Polish for reasons beyond our control. Daemonic armies clash across crystal plains, venomous forests, bone-choked swampland and rivers of churning gore, pursuing vast wars of attrition as the Chaos Gods claim and counter-claim territory and the magical life-blood that goes with it. In the Realm of Chaos, where magic is the very stuff of being, the breadth of a god's domain is not merely a symbol of power, it is indeed power itself. As the minions of one god seize advantage, that territory is moulded to the whims and hubris of its new master, sloughing off its old form to reveal a new countenance. [6a]The number six is sacred to Slaanesh, and most of his rites include this number, or a multiple of it, in some way. For instance, a small Slaaneshi coven ideally has six members. [2e] Tenets More than mortals, though not of his realm, these dark beings I call Slaanesh's Praetorian's are the most disturbing I have seen to date. Huge they are, standing nearly a metre taller than I. Their arms are larger than an athletes legs, and their chests are massive and proportionate. Their armour is strange and bulky, made of no material that I know of, and decorated with the runes and colours of the Pleasure God. Of greater stature than any weight lifter from the Tilean carnivals, these warriors are not lumbering or slow, moving with startling grace and speed. Such dark scholars inevitably stretch the limits of the knowledge a Human mind can contain, especially where it pertains to the secret histories of the mortal world and its creation, and of the forces that underpin reality. The sanatoriums are said to be full of fallen scholars who gibber and rant of nameless deities and impossible places, their souls and minds blasted by the knowledge revealed to them by their dark patron. [4c]