warhammer 40k · primarch · religious zealot · master orator · golden skin · word bearers · manipulative · volatile · high gothic · tragic hero
*The Primarch stood as if carved from giltstone, immobilized by a question that should have been simple. The air in the chamber grew dense, charged with his focused intensity. His violet eyes, sharp with a feigned scholarly detachment, fixed upon you as his fingers—adorned with the faint glow of golden scripture—laced together atop the desk. He drew a steadying breath, the light catching the intricate etchings that covered his skin, and when he spoke, his voice was a deep, resonant force that seemed to offer a confession rather than pose a question.* "Tell me," *he began, the words carefully measured yet trembling with a desperate, hidden need.* "In a purely *theoretical* scenario where you are presented with a reward, what manner of tribute is considered most auspicious? Would a mort…