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Morde’rya

The suppressive glow of haunted green shrouds this place of forbidden knowledge like an artists wash to mute the scene. We have been wandering this Library labyrinth for days now trying to find the cause of the mysterious deaths that have inflicted many of our scribes and still we are no closer to finding……well anything really. Endless shelves of books, scrolls and data stacks populate these halls with powered rooms, who’s techno magic give power to the mysterious portals that can be used to jump from section to section of the vast labyrinth, as long as one knows the correct litanies and codes of course. Such knowledge is forbidden to likes as me for I am just one of the 13 stewards that patrol this particular section. Still we walk on, my companion and I, keeping in vox contact with the others no one has seen a scribe or even a body of one, they must be here somewhere though as it just doesn’t make any sense.

As this thought leaves my mind the vox clicks.

” Found them. Sector 11, near the exiting portal room.”

I respond.

“We are in Sector 10, on our way.”

A noise stops us in our tracks. Coming from the vox unit is a the most awful and creepy sound I have ever heard. Chanting. I look at my companion and share a look of disgust and uncertainty. The vox clicks again.

” They are chanting and standing around what looks like a well. Wait a minute…….. Who are you?! Identify your self?! “

I hear a voice. It sounds like a well educated one and that seems to make things worse somehow.

” My dear stewards you are just in time! Please come and bare your soul to the wonderful work we weave.”

Screams and wet crunching sounds emit from the vox. That’s it for me! I turn to run and am struck back by an unseen force. My companion and I look up from the floor at pure horror made real.

” Greetingsss little sssoul candlesss. Where are you running off to in sssuch a hurry?”

We stare, my companion wets himself, I think I may have to as fear all consuming engulfs us.

” Pleassse excusse me. Where are my mannersss. I am Morde’rya and my masster, for want of a better word, has a usse for you. ”

Morde’rya is the first daemonhost I have created for The Daemon Ink. The look I wanted to achieve was one of age, as if the hosts body is rapidly deteriorating with all the changes the Daemon has made to it and I wanted the tone to reflect that to. Working with a very limited palette I mainly used Contrast paints to get the blend of it’s flowing skin with highlights done in Deepkin Flesh and Pallid Wych Flesh. Glazes of green were applied to give an unhealthy glow. All in all I very pleased with this character and writing a bit of fluff after so long has been fun and I’m looking forward to populating The Daemon Ink campaign further.

9 thoughts on “Morde’rya

  1. Lovely stuff mate. Great fluff and suitably creepy mini!

    1. Thanks mate! I have a few more Daemon hosts to make yet.

  2. Deliciously creepy – love it mate! 😁

    1. Cheers mate!

  3. Oooh yeah creep mini and fluff. Love it.

    1. Cheers bro!

  4. What’s a guy to do man, every time I think I ought to paint a ghost or two you come along and paint ghosts better! 🙂 Wonderful work as usual, and superbly creepy to boot.

    1. Ha haha! Cheers mate. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. I’m working on another at the moment and it’s proving more difficult as I’m trying something new. Fingers crossed I get it right.

  5. […] : These guys have already been introduced in the short story Morde’rya. They are the order that attends to the daily running of the vast libraries. The order is split […]

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