I am the loss of hope

I am the Bringer of the Old Faith

Chaos is in me and I worship the Truth

Your worlds will fear my blade

Your bones will splinter at my steps

My warriors will shatter your walls and spill your blood

Your great works will be cast down and shown for the follies that they are

Chaos is all and we are the Word of Chaos

The Corpse-Emperor sits on his throne dying

The Four gather and grow

The Despoiler calls the Legions to arms and they answer

The Uziren has left his contemplations and walks again

The galaxy will burn

Mortals...

Fear the coming days

You shall be shown the Word and the Truth

For we are the Ebon Word

-The Iscarne, formerly Vol Tuvak of Colchis

The Iscarne

Daemon‑Apostle of the Ebon Word

“Faith is not spoken. It is screamed into the void until the void answers.”

- The Iscarne

The Iscarne is the living scripture of the Ebon Word, a being whose flesh and soul have been rewritten by the warp into the perfect vessel of belief. Once mortal, now ascended, he stands as the Daemon‑Apostle, charged with bringing the Old Faith to the faithless- not through mercy, but through revelation carved in fire and ruin.

His form is monstrous yet divine, a cathedral of bone, parchment, and shadow where the Eightfold Path finds its voice. Every movement of his clawed hands is a sermon; every word he speaks reshapes the minds of those who hear it. To his followers, he is the Word made flesh, the bridge between mortal devotion and the infinite hunger of Chaos.

The Iscarne does not command armies, he awakens crusades. When his presence manifests upon a world, the skies bleed scripture and the ground trembles beneath the weight of belief. The faithful fall to their knees, and the unbelievers are silenced beneath the hymn of annihilation.

He is a prophet of the Eight, the herald of the Old Faith reborn, and the dread master whose coming marks the end of all false gods.