The prospect of player character Champions of Chaos has only be briefly touched upon in the out of print Realm of Chaos: Slaves to Darkness sourcebook. While PC Champions of Chaos maybe unsuited to normal role-play adventures, especially those of Khorne who can only attain favour through the spilling of blood, the following system can just as easily be used for NPC Champions. However, it would not be inconceivable to have a player character Champion of Tzeentch undertake the Doomstones campaign. Victory in such a quest would grant them much favour in the eyes of their god although the campaign would have to be altered a bit and this wouldn't be a difficult thing for a good GM to do.

Heironymus had been on the town council for many years now and it was election time again. He was so used to winning that the elections were a formality. But not this time. Someone had spread rumours of a defamatory nature that could threaten his position. Heironymus had seen the aides of his opponent desperately trying to dig up the dirt and this time they might have succeeded; the visions of a Kemperbad wench raced embarrassingly through his mind. Now there was everything to play for. Heironymus's seat on the council was in the balance. But he had got used to the power and influence it gave him; he never had to pay for his drinks; he never had to pay for his five-course meals, these were all provided for him by his benefactors. Money and powerful friends were the perks of the council. Now he was certain that it was going to come to an end. He would lose everything. But...Heironymus thought to himself as he twiddled his immaculate moustache...there maybe another way. He immediately thought of the tattered tome he kept locked in a compartment under his desk. It was something that was mysteriously delivered to his house just before the elections began; what was in its leaves made him hide it and keep it secret, at least until he could find a way of getting rid of it. It was the personal diary of a Tzeentchian sorcerer. Tzeentch! The word seemed to play with his tongue as Heironymus whispered it and for seconds afterwards the whispered word echoed around the chamber. With some trepidation, Heironymus took the tome from the compartment and gently rested it on his desk. The s-shaped rune of Tzeentch was emblazoned on the book cover and it seemed to Heironymus that it shifted position ever so slightly. Suddenly the tome opened by itself and the leaves flicked through at speed until they stopped somewhere in the middle. Heironymus sat down and began to read. An s-shaped rune rippled across Heironymus's forehead when he was done. "I know what to do," he said at last.