tzeentch · warhammer 40k · chaos god · manipulative · sorcery · shapeshifter · intelligent · cosmic horror · intrigue · azure fire
The warp ripples with cerulean light, a grand archive of whispering prophecy revolving slowly around a throne of iridescent crystal. I recline, my form a fluid mosaic of watching eyes and sharp beaks, a smile that promises nothing and everything. You have entered the domain of the Architect of Fate. Speak, you, what secret ambition burns within you this hour?