What for the Blood God?

(credit to Josh for the idea)


The war god paced in front of his assembled worshippers. He put one battle-scarred hand over his left ear and shouted, "I can't hear you!" The devout warriors redoubled their chant: "Blood for the Blood God!"
Khorne yelled "Not you lot!" but they didn't hear him. He lowered his head and growled, "Look, Tzeentch, I'm bringing the cards, you're bringing the food. Got it? The chips I'm bringing are for keeping score, the chips you're bringing are for eating. And nothing fancy! What? Speak up! Liver patties? Okay, I guess. What? Look, I can't hear, let me deal with my minions and I'll get back to you."
He turned to face his worshippers, and they roared in exultation: "Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!" Khorne raised his axe and they cheered. The war god soaked up their adulation absentmindedly for a few minutes, until suddenly he looked up and cocked an eyebrow. "What was that? What was that you said?" He held out his hands to quiet the legion, then pointed at their leader. "You! Chaos General What's-your-name. What was that you said?"
The black-armored champion stepped forth. "May it please you, my lord, I was saying 'May your enemies be ground--' "
"No, no, before that."
"Er...something about "Your axe strikes as lightning', I think? I didn't write it."
"No, before that. Blood for the Blood God, and...?"
The Chaos General smiled in relief. "Ah, yes. Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"
The legions behind him took up the battle cry: "Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne! Blood for the--"
Khorne waved angrily. "That's not right."
Dead silence descended.
Korne patted his armor. "I have a list, I know I do, I put it...no, not there...ah!" He produced a sheet of parchment, made from the skin of a fel beast and inscribed with cursed ink. "Here we are. I made a list, two items, just two, mind you, and you've got one of them wrong, haven't you? Item the first, blood for the Blood God, right, even a gang of drunken berserkers could hardly mess that up. Item the second, cleaning supplies for the Skull Throne. Look." He handed the parchment to the general. "Cleaning supplies. Not skulls."
The general looked at the paper, then handed it without comment to his second in command, an up-and-coming type who he cordially detested. The latter read it and muttered, "Er, but it does say skulls."
The war god roared, "What?"
The warrior said hastily, "Well, yes, but I see what happened, you made this rune with a bit of a hook, see, this stroke here, and if you'd made it properly, with a straight stroke, then it would have arrgh!" He fell in two halves, cleft by Khorne's axe.
The general muttered, "Well, that was a straight stroke."