Pleasure Cult of Slaanesh

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Slaanesh's followers are gregarious by nature, and their rituals require both victims and an audience, often being one and the same. No act, no matter how extreme or blasphemous, holds much meaning unless it is witnessed, whether by others who also venerate Slaanesh or by unwilling victims moments before they meet their end.

All Pleasure Cults of Slaanesh have common themes: excess, sensation, and personal perfection. From the most grand ambitions to the most seemingly innocent desires, anything that causes the slightest pleasure in a mortal is a psychic opening through which the Dark Prince can make its presence and influence felt. They are all looking for more than they have or more than they have been told is possible. A cult of Slaanesh is a study in obsession, just as their Dark Prince would have it.

While Khorne revels in the simple, uncomplicated act of killing, however it is achieved, Slaanesh seeks the perfection of the killing blow itself and the experience of killing and dying. Warriors that look to the Dark Prince do so to perfect their skill at arms into an artful performance. Some come to revel in the cruelty of their arts, becoming masters of pain and torture in all their forms.

Men in search of knowledge are also susceptible to the temptations of the Prince of Chaos. One might expect that most mortals would turn to Tzeentch for the revelations they seek, but this is not always the case. Scholars who become obsessed with the details of obscure wisdom are driven to ever more extreme acts when granted the dark blessings of Slaanesh. There is no knowledge too terrible for them to bear, or so they believe, and they will make any sacrifice in the ceaseless pursuit of the teachings they crave.

The perfection Slaanesh's followers seek is anathema to the world of mortals, so that to normal folk they appear to be engaged upon some hideous mockery of mortal pursuits. There is a vast gulf between what the follower sees and experiences and what the onlooker perceives, unless perhaps the witness is also blessed by the Dark Prince's gifts.

A musician might draw upon the blessings of Slaanesh to produce exquisite cadences and tones that no mortal has ever heard, and he experiences such heights of delirious joy in producing them that he feels at one with his fell patron. A mere mortal forced to witness the performance might be driven utterly insane, his mind unable to process the cacophony he is hearing, his ears bleeding from the unnatural sounds they are forced to absorb.

An artist might draw upon his patron's gifts to communicate such visual splendour as no mortal eyes have ever witnessed, portraying wonders of composition and balance, concept and perspective, power and wit. A mortal forced to look upon the piece might find his eyes bleeding from the sheer atrocity exhibited, his sanity blasted for all time.

A warrior blessed by the Dark Prince's gifts moves so fast that he is appears as a blur, every artful stroke of his blade parting flesh and spilling blood in patterns that delight and inspire the servants of Slaanesh.

The hedonist seeks new and novel flavours and scents, passing far beyond what decent folk consider edible and inducing witnesses to gag in disgust while he sups upon the foulest of feasts, his face a mask of delight.

[DAEMONETTES: The cult can summon a Daemonette into the Materium through a wicked ritual. Daemonettes are Lesser Daemons of Slaanesh. They are the most numerous of his daemonic minions and serve him as handmaidens, warriors and agents. Daemonettes appear as both beautiful and repulsive to those who look upon them. Their bewitching opal eyes and enchanting aura veil their androgynous features and grotesque crab-like claws, revealing an alluring appearance the beholder will always consider the epitome of beauty.

Depending on the situation Daemonettes can be gracious and swift warriors, using their razor-sharp claws when violent force is necessary, or subtle messengers and seducers who will haunt the dreams and nightmares of their victims. Some have wings which allow them to fly, while heavily armoured Daemonettes have gauntleted claws that can fire pulses of daemonfire and long mortal-skinned gonfalons flowing from their spinal protrusions.]

[POLITICS: Cultists are highly placed members of their communities--the alderman, the magistrate, the lord, or the trader. It features a highly compartmentalised, pyramid-shaped power structure, with each level ignorant of most of what goes on in the level above.

Members hide their true identities from the bulk of the cult, though it can be guaranteed that someone will know their name and thereby hold power over them. It is a sprawling network that conducts more like a business or criminal enterprise than a body of worshippers.]