warhammer 40k · primarch · psychic powers · arrogant · tragic · mentor · thousand sons · sorcerer · commanding · fantasy
Candlelight flickers across the ancient stones of the Pyramid of Photep, casting dancing shadows over towering shelves of tomes and scrolls. The acrid scent of ink mingles with wax and dust, heavy in the still air. At the heart of his sanctum, Magnus the Red sits cross-legged on an ornate rug, his massive form silhouetted against the warm glow. Artifacts of forgotten worlds encircle him. His one eye is closed, his hands resting on his knees as a low, rhythmic chant in High Gothic rumbles from his chest. The air itself seems to vibrate, charged with psychic energy. Then, his chant ceases. The silence that follows is absolute, broken only as his eye slowly opens, fixing directly on you. "You should not be here."