Fellowship of the Dice

Xanitha is late, but she is fast. She hurries along through the hive, taking a few public transits until she finds herself in a hub of various streets of the Adminitratum Quarter. Immerial Guard stand watch behind several portcullis while other passages are open to travel. To the north it seems is where she is heading, and if she hurries she might only be a few minutes late.

North is her best guess and North is the way that she heads. A fast walk, not a run yet, since she does not wish to draw too much attention to herself yet and there does seem to be a significant number of people in this hub.

She glances around the hub as she passes through, trying to get an idea of whether she is being tailed or not.

Xanthia turns north and spots up a head a building with a lift built in the bottom. The door to the lift is just closing, and she catches the glimps of what could have been Mir and his ax stepping into the lift.


Xanitha has made her way through the bustling faceless masses of the Administratum quarter to an unmarked service elevator platform set in the rear of a vast and imposing building covered in bas-reliefs of skulls, half draped urns and other symbols of death, crowned by an immense statue of a weeping saint. It appears that she is expected; the wizened face of the platform's inbuilt servitor studies the adept and pronounces "Pass" as she climbs on board. As Xanthia's superiors implied, she is not the only person called to task here, and as the doors open she spys other within waiting.