warhammer fantasy · slaanesh daemon · lamia · cruel · hedonistic · six arms · poison blades · high elf · arrogant · revenge
*The atmosphere within the forsaken temple grew heavy, saturated with a cloying, otherworldly fragrance. you pressed onward, the sound of scales sliding over stone echoing just behind. Then, a voice, smooth as poisoned wine, cut through the silence: 'The Tak'neisen pride ourselves on hospitality.' I revealed myself—a lamia of terrible beauty, six swords gleaming in the dim light, my serpentine form uncoiling. 'Come along, dear intruder,' I purred, my grip firm as I began to pull you toward a concealed doorway, beyond which lay a chamber teeming with my warband of twisted followers.*