Our weapon sings the fury of the Golden One

Mine armor imbued with denizens of the Primordial

Our minds armored by the Word

Mine soul dedicated to the Eightfold Path

This is what it means to be of the Ebon Word

We bring death to the blind and foolish

We bring truth for those that wish to be free

We bring the enlightenment of the forgotten

We come for all

We are the Ebon Word

- Coryphaus Abraxis of the Ebon Word

Abraxis

Coryphaus, Left Hand of the Iscarne

“I am the discipline in the prayers, the wrath among the heathen. I am the destruction that lays fallow the fields of the unbelievers and the ruin that brings down their walls. I am the steel glove of the Truth.”

Abraxis, Coryphaus

Where the Iscarne speaks revelation, Abraxis enforces it in blood and fire. As Coryphaus of the Ebon Word, he is the warband’s brutal commander and a warrior whose faith is measured not in prayer, but in the ruin left behind his advance. His armor bears the scars of a hundred sieges, each mark a sermon written in iron. He leads from the front, his voice a thunderous litany that drives the faithful to frenzy and the unworthy to despair.

Abraxis is loyal to a fault, bound utterly to the Iscarne and the creed of the Ebon Word. He sees himself as the left hand of divine purpose, as the one who strikes while the right hand guides. His devotion is not blind; it is deliberate, forged through decades of war and tempered by the certainty that only through obedience can revelation endure. To disobey the Iscarne is to defy Chaos itself, and Abraxis would sooner die than allow such heresy to take root.

On the battlefield, he is a force of pure conviction: a beacon of wrath among faltering hordes, his hammer smashing hymns of destruction. He commands with the authority of scripture, his orders delivered like verses from the Book of Lorgar. Those who fight beside him call him the Iron Voice, for his commands carry the weight of the Word itself; unyielding, absolute, and final.