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.
heresy of us 