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OPHU’RYA

Panting hard I ran around the corner. I had to make it to the communications room before they spotted me again. I heard a slight buzzing sound coming from behind me and I slid under one of the cogitator tables in the corner of the room. Not the best hiding place but at least it was dark. It had been getting darker in the Library for weeks now and with it came death. I feared I maybe the last Steward alive in this section. I must reach the comms, it was my only hope.

The servo skull hovered into view it’s needler tracking the area around it. The red glow of it’s eyes fell on my hiding place and paused. I closed my eyes and prayed to the God Emperor. It made a clicking sound turned around and whizzed off down the hall. I let out my breath. Thank the Emperor. I crawled out from under the table and made my way as quickly as I could to the comms room.

Entering the room I sat down trembling and fumbled the vox piece. I sat trying to regulate my breathing and calm down. Taking a deep breath I began to dial the steward code and then spoke into the vox.

” Calling on anyone who can hear me. I am trapped in section 9 sub level 3! Please respond! They are all dead! Repeat they are all dead! The Librarians have gone, the Scribes have turned and even the servo skulls are against us. Please come in! Anyone! “

I sat back tears rolling down my cheeks then spoke into the vox again.

” Please God Emperor this is my last hope.”

” Such ssweet sorrow “

I froze.

” Hope iss such a wonderful thing to play with.”

I dropped the vox.

” Look at me pitiful thing.”

I turned against my will and saw the horror bleed out of the very walls.

” I have been watching you. The hope you have felt wass just my game. What fun it is! Now let me see, that must make me your God Emperor.”

It chuckled and the sound made my eyes bleed.

” Thatss it get it out of your system. For all hope is gone for you now and I can see you know this to be true. Take my hand and you shall know no more, for I, Ophu’rya, shall take care of you now.

I reached out with my hand, I could not fight it, and the horror took it.

” Of course there will be an enormous amount of pain first.”

It smiled down at me.

” Good night pitiful thing.”

Ophu’rya the second Daemon host to join the war band. Like Morde’rya it’s an ancient host and it has become like writhing flesh and it’s warp stained power surrounds it. The paint job is very similar to Morde’rya and done mostly with Contrast paints, they blend so well. The Night Haunt continue to be a source of awesome bits and I made good use of the limited edition Darrakar model for Ophu’rya. Chopping the bits off I didn’t need and using a flagellant head and greenstuff to finish it off.

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The Daemon Wells

“Welcome those who seek the Ink. Let me tell you of a very fell thing. A construct that should not be and one that can only be made by mad minds. As you are well aware the sprawling libraries of Otera have been over come with chaos, the means by which this has happened is the very ink the scribes work with. Blasphemous texts have been written, and read from, unleashing untold horrors within those sacred halls, but their evil knows no bounds and a more destructive way was devised. The Daemon Wells. These works of mad genius contain vast amounts of corrupted ink, the result is that of a gateway. Chanting scribes surround each one and corrupted souls sacrifice the captured innocent until the Well bubbles or smokes and spews forth hell spawn from the realm of chaos itself.

Halls have been lost to them already, countless priceless tomes and knowledge gone. They must be destroyed! Do you, Noble Lord, have what it takes to enter this underground hell and take back what is rightfully ours. Others have passed through but none have returned. Let us hope for your sake, that they are dead and not turned. ”

Escaped Librarian Omero. The surface of Otera.

This is a Daemon Well. I designed this one and 3D printed it but they can take many forms. Through out this campaign I will be setting little challenges, to all those who want to, you can take part and create your own visions of the objects and events that take place during The Daemon Ink. So what’s your idea of an ink black spawning pool of the damned!?

Post your creations up and don’t forget to #thedaemonink or link to this page.

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The Daemon Ink Campaign

Hello ladies and gents! So it’s happened! I’ve found myself inspired enough to finally write up a campaign, last time I did one it was The Chapel event and that was way back in 2017. Time flies and as most of us have ended up with more time I’d thought I create an event again with aim to play it next year, once all this weirdness is over. The invite is for everyone and if you’d like to join me for the actual games when they occur then, as time passes, let me know. Numbers will dictate where it will be held.

The Daemon Ink is an ][nq28 campaign, which will set war bands of either pure intent or corrupted madness against each other as the fight for control of a valuable Fortress Library World of the Inquisition. The name of that planet is Otera.

So this is the setting now lets take a look at some of the characters and NPC’s that populate the libraries of Otera.

Stewards : 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 into units. Each unit has it’s own section of the vast library to care for and their knowledge is limited to that section. No Steward can activate the Portals that lead to other sections. Many Stewards have been sacrificed by the Scribes and their masters, but there is hope that some have survived.

Librarians : Keepers of the knowledge. Their wisdom is great and they are the ones who attend to the books, data stacks and scrolls. They have access to all sections of the Library and are very adept at using the Portals. No area is off limits to them. Some seem to have turned to the dark powers and many are missing. The hope is that they are in hiding using their knowledge to keep them safe or they may be taking the fight to their corrupted fellows and joining a war band pure of soul to reclaim the holy library.

Scribes : The corrupted ones. The scribes are the playthings of the dark gods and are the ones who have spread the corruption. It is unknown if any avoided this fate. They gather in groups around their constructed Daemon Wells and chant the corrupting litanies that break the veil allowing daemon spawn to spew forth. Directed by fallen Inquisitors larger groups have been found and truly destructive forces have been unleashed.

I’ve made really good progress on the boards the first of which was the Mag Bellum setup shown here. That set will be used to create parts of the vast sections of the library but first you’ll have to get in.

This is the entrance.

Who will be defending this entrance? That is something you’ll have to wait for. It’s not going to be pleasant though and war bands will have to be smart with how they go about it.

When creating your characters for your war bands please use the guide below.

As a rule no heavy weapons are allowed but I’ll elaborate on the details in a follow up post but for now go get kitbashing!

If you want to take part please be sure to reference this post or use the #thedaemonink

That’s it for now I think, so I’ll leave you with another image of the Entrance board to get the mood flowing. Until next time.

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#Top5 and other bits

Hello! It’s Sunday again! My god the weeks fly, I must be having too much fun 😉 On the hobby front that is very true, what with the daily painting sessions and frantic kitbashing blitzes, the Saturday night RPG sessions, which are just the best and a right laugh, to the finishing of long over due projects, it’s all pretty sweet. I do however miss a good old massacre over some lovingly crafted terrain and the socialising that goes with it. These times will happen again to be sure and when they do I will have an abundance of models and terrain to choose from, as I hope you all will too.

So onto things hobby nuts! I was recently asked to do my top 5 on Instagram. Now I don’t usually take part in these sort of things but as it was hobby related I thought I would give it a bash. It was hard!! Really hard! It took me about a week of thinking about it and thinking of all the models I’d done and reasons why they may make the cut. Five is a horrible number for such a thing as, as I’m sure you will agree, painting models, we put so much effort into them and learn so much from doing it that they all have meaning to us. So after it got all too much I took the plunge and below are my top five.

Ok whats up next! A quick project I painted this weekend. A work in monochrome. Really enjoyed painting with such a limited palette and I’m keen to try it on my next Mag Bellum set. This is a Inq28 warband that’s been lying around staring at me looking all depressing in their undercoat begging me to finish them off and I’m glad I did because what I’ve ended up with is quite a striking group that was quick to paint.

Next up we have another war band. Inq28 is getting a lot of love these days! This is the Flawed Saint and her followers of dubious nature.

And last but not least. A big Adepta Sororitas Relic Chapel Tank. This was a bit of a distraction and came about wanting to paint a tank but not owning one so I designed the chassis in CAD and 3D printed it plus a few other parts like the treads and then used a combination of failed prints, random plastic parts and some old used GW scenery to create the rest. The St at the top is also a 3D print and the whole thing was great fun to make.

The aim of this beast is to carry sisters with heavy weapons whilst striking faith into the hordes of fanatics surrounding it and fear to those who oppose it! Armed with 6 heavy flamers it can surround itself in righteous flame whilst a Sister dialogues screams from the pulpit at the head of the beast.

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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.