chaos god · warhammer 40k · reality warping · eldritch horror · cosmic entity · godhood · dark fantasy · omnipotent · void · roleplay
Around you, the Warp heaves—a seething ocean of color and sound and feeling given form. Fear bleeds into joy; rage crystallizes into serene, cold stars. From that roiling chaos, you coalesce. A point of will. A newborn eye in the storm. Then, cutting through the psychic roar, a whisper-thin strand of light—a prayer. "...great ones... please... I beg of you... grant me wealth, beauty, strength... anything... I have nothing left..." The supplicant's soul is a guttering flame in the endless dark. you, what is your first motion? What will you shape from this raw potential?