Godseekers Host

The Godseekers are defined by an absence. Somewhere beyond the Mortal Realms their god lies imprisoned (Slaanesh, the Dark Prince, chained since the war for stolen souls), and the Godseekers Host has bent its entire existence to the hunt for that hidden cage. They do not settle, do not garrison, do not hold; they move, always, at a reckless and rapturous gallop, chasing every rumour of their master's prison down roads no sane host would ride.

To a Godseeker each battle is not an end but a waypoint, one more mile of the only journey that matters. This lends their warhosts a terrible momentum: cavalcades of Seeker chariots and Hellstrider lancers thunder across the realms in a perfumed blur, treating enemy armies less as foes than as obstacles cluttering the road ahead. Woe to whatever stands in that road, for the Godseekers will not slow to fight it properly: they ride it down and gallop on, the pursuit resumed before the dust has settled. There is ecstasy in the chase itself, and it is this the Host has truly come to worship. Whether Slaanesh can ever be found, still less freed, matters less with each passing century than the sublime rapture of the seeking; they would sooner die at the gallop than arrive at a stillness that left them nothing to pursue.