When gathered together in large numbers, the followers of Slaanesh wail, scream and howl in a cacophony of dark rapture. Eyes rolling and tongues lolling in bliss, the Hedonites are all but immune to fear and pain. The Supreme Sybarites leading the host are inspired as much by bitter rivalry as they are comradeship, but they still form an unstoppable nexus of command. Around them, Epicurean Revellers work together to make the feast of destruction a thing of nightmarish perfection. Dashing past them all come the riders of the Seeker Cavalcades, with the scents of slaughter thrilling in their flaring nostrils and spilt blood reflected in their wide, black eyes.