In the far north, there lies a warped and barren wasteland, beyond the habitable areas of the world. Known as the Chaos Wastes, it is inhabited by the followers of the four gods of Chaos, the humans that have wandered too far from their lands and their humanity, and by the Daemonic servants of the gods themselves. It is a land devoid of hope or mercy, and only the suicidal venture there.

The Horror of Tzeentch Xiththlthlhluuq'phakn'ndhppeommn'naehlaebheeowirarthhhabls is one such denizen of these wastes. Known to mortals as Xuq'ls, he has served to spread the power of Tzeentch for centuries. Many believe him to simply be a legend, as very few have seen him and lived, and fewer still are the ones who have retained any grasp on their sanity.

All tales of Xuq'ls are different, with disagreements on his size, strength, and color. However, one part of the tale is consistent. Xuq'ls speaks constantly, both in mortal tongues and the long-forgotten tongues of Chaos, and his gibbering tears at the edges of your sanity. His madness has scarred itself into the mind of all who have faced him.