A Wizard in the Warp, Waiting to Grind Out My Bonds

(Wizards + the Warp + the stars + Warhammer + planar wars + everything handcrafted)

Wizards don't practice meditation, and knights don't train their breathing.

Anderson thought something was wrong with this world, right up until he became a wizard and drew psychic power from the Warp for the first time.

A huge blue bird with many eyes said it would give me mighty power and make me the greatest wizard of all.

Nearby, a red humanoid seated upon a throne of billions of bones beckoned to me and said, “If you're a man, fight with your fists!”

Then along came a rotting giant who promised Anderson boundless happiness, but the stench was unbearable.

When I turned around, a shy little girl with white stockings, twin tails, and an enormous chest was looking at Anderson coyly, inviting him to have some fun.

Now that's more like it!

Anderson was about to approach when endless white light swept everything away, along with the desires in his bewildered eyes.

It's the Emperor! Your power is so intoxicating... No, I mean, I can make a deal too. I can love humanity too.

Let's purge the Warp of its filth.

So give me your power.