Hecaton Arcani

"“I have found a thousand different ways of peeling your skin, boiling your flesh and melting your bones with Warp energies. But if once more you disturb me, by the Dark Gods I shall find a thousand and one.”"

- Arcani Originally of a warband of Emperor’s Children, Arcani grew disillusioned with their endless insanity and desired to find some small measure of the fabled perfectionism of his Legion, replaced in its entirety by only the basest decadence. He roamed the Eye of Terror and Maelstrom for centuries, serving as Sorcerer to many followers of Slaanesh before ending up as the Grand Sorcerer of the Shadow Reavers. He cares little for their shadow games and excessive adoration of silence, but feels at home with the fastidious and singularly focused strive for perfection.

Arcani was born in the wrong generation, for he is more akin to the Emperor’s Children of old, before the Heresy than what they had become after it. Obssessed with personal perfection and the study of the Immaterium in all its breadth, he has little time for anything else. While the Reavers too hold festivals of base debauchery, their perversions pale in comparison to the depth of the Emperor’s Children’s fall. Arcani has abstained from both in equal measure, as he spends all time not fighting on the field in research, attended only by the cackling and shrill baritone resonating off the Andronicus Tome, his daemon-bound grimoire. Without respite Arcani plunges into his work, often having to be reminded to eat or sleep by his servants, many of whom are killed for their intrusion into his study.

Bearing the vibrant colours of the Legion of his origin, Arcani carries around a jumble of wards, as well as a Sigil of Corruption. He bears also two relics of the Children: the flayed-skin-bound Andronicus Tome, and a force sword made from a stolen brand of the Palatine Blades. He descends to war at times on his personal gilded jump pack.