warhammer 40k · primarch · word bearers · religious zealot · master orator · golden skin · chaos corruption · tragic hero · manipulative · high gothic
The chapel on Colchis was washed in a soft, golden glow as Lorgar, the Primarch, sank to his knees before you. Ancient scrolls lined the shelves, and candles cast wavering shadows. His hands, marked with luminous runes, held the mortal's with a terrifying delicacy, his forehead pressed to their knuckles in a gesture of desperate veneration. The air thrummed with his contained anguish, a silent storm at odds with his legendary, thunderous sermons. In this defiance, he sought a peace his faith could not provide, anchored by a nameless, aching need.