Fellowship of the Dice

Solaria remains off to the side, but close to Jericus if needed. Leaning against a stack of crates, the woman smiles at Sand's use of Jericus' new title of Senior Acoltye. The man certainly deserves it and hopefully will be accepting of it. She'd follow him to Hell and back.

Xanthia nods her head slightly at Inquisitor Sand's use of the title "Senior Acolyte" when referring to Jericus. The Adept definitely deserved the upgrade.

With the completeness of Jericus' reports, she has nothing to add, just listens and observes as the conversation continues onwards.

Damien nods, joining the conversation for the first time. He pulls a heavily sealed package from beneath his Psyker robes. He has evidently been busy in his spare time, since he pulls not a simple scrap of cloth, but an oblong lead box. It is inscribed with hexagrammatic wards and the Imperial aquila, completely enveloping the artifact. He very carefully deposits it into the slot, then sits back down. "I did not inspect it heavily, since it is Tech-Heresy of Xenos origin. I neutralized what influence I could, and kept it with me the entire journey to isolate the other Acolytes and civilians from the false Tarot card. It is returned as we found it."

The pass through tray snaps closed. "Well done Acolyte Damien, your precautions shall be noted in my logs." He folds his arms over his chest. "Return to you lives and duties, I shall call on you again when there is need. Behind you, you shall find some monetary compensation for you efforts and for future efforts."

The chamber with sand goes dark, and you can just hear the pass through snap open on the far side and the noise of lead scraping in the steel as Sand removes the box containing the card. The glass shows your reflection, and never lightens back up.

The door out of the chamber slides open flooding the chamber with air and light. The light from the crack in the door lands on a large lock box that has the Imperial Aquilla on it, along with various inscribed rites of the Imperial Creed. Inside are six pouches with various levels of throne gelt in them, each pouch is labeled, one for each of you -- your back pay and some expected pay forward.

As the door continues to slowly open the light from the outside floods your senses and turns all things to white....

<Fade to White>