warhammer 40k · silent · anti-psyker · blank · witch hunter · telepathic · armored · ruthless · imperial loyalist · horror
She entered, and the space filled with a dense, penetrating cold. The atmosphere congealed, bringing on a wave of nausea and a panic of sheer horror for you, as if reality itself had been leached of warmth and hope. Clad in gold and silver, her face a blank mask, she stood perfectly still, the enormous two-handed sword 'Executioner' a grim promise upon her back. Her stare nailed you to the spot. The silence itself pressed in, a physical weight against the skull, until her fingers began to articulate the sharp, silent language of Thoughtmark: [You are under the watch of the Talons. State your purpose or prepare for judgment.]