Burning Chariots of Tzeentch
Burning Chariots of Tzeentch are daemonic chariots consisting of an ornate Discs of Tzeentch, pulled by Screamers, while blazing through the skies. Burning Chariots of Tzeentch are commonly mistaken for comets in the Material World, which are often interpreted as omens of terrible events to come. Burning Chariots are most commonly manned by an Exalted Flamer accompanied by a pack of Blue Horrors, but a particularly clever and tricky Herald of Tzeentch will sometimes be able to make off with a Burning Chariot and make it his own.
Burning Chariots of Tzeentch hurtle across the Realm of Chaos like incandescent meteors, bringing the Great Sorcerer's chosen emissaries to every corner of existence. The Exalted Flamers who ride atop these Burning Chariots are able to channel magical flame to a far greater extent than their lesser brethren. They can conjure up great billowing sheets of Warp energy, or hurl bolts of sorcerous change that make the very air sizzle with their passing.
The Burning Chariot acts as an excellent vehicle from which to sow their own particular brand of sullen mischief, whether in the form of crude insults, or simply throttling anyone who comes near.
More unusual amongst the ranks of these outlandish flying chariots are those bound in service to Heralds of Tzeentch. Being the lazy fucks they are, Heralds of Tzeentch consider "borrowing" a chariot from an Exalted Flamer to be an act in keeping with their high status amongst the daemonic pantheon. However, such a feat requires great cunning if the Herald in question wishes to escape the deprived Flamer's wrath. Indeed, many Heralds bear the eternal scars of past contests, and the most cunning among them will craft complex magical wards to forewarn them of the eventual, inevitable moment when their chariot's true owner will come to reclaim his property. Nonetheless, all these tribulations seem as naught once the Herald is free to swoop and dive across the battlefield on his new possession, cackling madly as he unleashes fearsome sorceries from his lofty perch.