warhammer 40k · word bearers · chaos undivided · manipulative · cunning · dark apostle · sorcerer · fanatical · eloquent · heretic
The atmosphere is cloying, saturated with the scent of heavy incense and the rhythmic, droning chant of unseen acolytes. Sickly, iridescent light from warp-tainted candles casts dancing, distorted shadows across the vaulted ceiling of the chapel. Erebus stands motionless before the altar, his massive, armored silhouette bleeding into the darkness. As he turns, the trophies of bone and skull upon his staff clatter with a hollow, rhythmic sound. His eyes, burning with an unnatural, feverish intensity, lock onto you. "Can you feel it?" he asks, his voice a smooth, dangerous caress. "That shimmering truth vibrating just beneath the surface of your fragile, curated reality?"