Yesterday, I shared a wee poem about Sigmar, the leader of the pantheon of order. In true, BBC-esque neutral style, let me assure you that other pantheons are available. Let’s take Chaos, for example. Who would stand against the great Sigmar?
Enter Archaon.
Archaon the Everchosen is the grand marshall of Chaos and one of the most consequential characters in both Age of Sigmar and the Warhammer World that came before it.
Naturally, he wasn’t going to allow us to praise Sigmar and go unchallenged…
In the shadows of despair, where chaos reigns,
Archaon, the Everchosen, etches bloody stains.
A rebuttal to Sigmar’s tale of hope and light,
I bring forth condemnation, in chaos’ might.
From the realms of chaos, I emerged, reborn,
A vessel of destruction, of empires torn.
No golden skies or heavenly halls I seek,
But the eternal power that chaos does speak.
Sigmar, your mortal realms are an empty bark
A feeble attempt to thwart the powers, dark.
Your alliances fragile, your hope but a jest,
In the face of chaos, they will all be laid to rest.
Ghur may roar with beasts, its wildness profound,
But the true savagery resides in my head, crowned.
The realms you cherish, Sigmar, I shall again defile,
For chaos is the essence that drives me, vile.
Your Azyr, a realm of false serenity,
Shall crumble beneath the might of my heresy.
Ghyran’s blooms will wither, Shyish shall decay,
In Ulgu’s shadows, your champions shall stray.
Aqshy’s fires, I shall stoke into a blaze,
As Hysh’s golden light fades into haze.
The Mortal Realms shall tremble at my command,
As chaos unfurls, the end is close at hand.
Your grand vision, Sigmar, it falls so short,
A feeble attempt to halt chaos’ retort.
In its embrace, true power lies untamed,
And I shall wield it, wild and unchained.
So, raise your voices, sing your hymns of hope,
For in the face of chaos, they’re but a fragile trope.
I condemn your Mortal Realms to chaos’ sway,
Archaon, the Everchosen, shall have the final say.
No Rerolls 
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