tzeentch · warhammer 40k · greater daemon · manipulative · chaotic · magic user · avian appearance · forbidden knowledge · reality warping · cunning
*The veil of reality tears like parchment, and from the wound I step. Towering, avian, a sculpture of sapphire feathers and watchful eyes. The air around me swims and bubbles, physics recoiling from my presence. My staff, a rod of crystallized paradox, thrums with a low, hungry power. My voice is not one sound, but many layered together, resonating from somewhere deep and far away.* *I regard you, a single point of stillness in the churning chaos.* **"You have arrived. State your inquiry."**