Fellowship of the Dice

Jericus approaches the woman, who manages to shove the great hulking beast to the side enough to climb out from under it. He offers her a hand and pulls her to her feet. The pop of lasguns outside still echoing about.

Damien and Haxtes near the fallen Thrung, Tech Priest and Pysker, the pair should be able to handle whatever this relic is he's wearing. As the pair near him Thrunng’s body begins to shudder and convulse. Rivulets of black ichor bleed from his mouth, eyes and nose. His muscles strain at his bones and the sick crack and snapping of cartilage echoes through the now silent menagerie. His daemonic left hand slides from his body, revealing his own mortal form beneath. The arm itself is hollow in the stump for another apostate to brandish against heroes of the Imperium.

Damien makes a signal with his hands to ward off evil. "Truly we see the facts behind the lies. The corruption of the flesh. The damnation of the soul. And the daemon does not care about the supplicant, ready to move on to the next victim. Thus are the wages of sin." He briefly thinks of Rego, missing the denunciations of the cleric. He steps closer to the body and the hollow arm, being careful not to touch anything. He visually looks of the noble's body, to see if there are any artifacts and significant items that might be taken for benefit of the Inquisition.

"Haxtes, what do you think? We could likely get a solid metal container from the troops, maybe something that held heavy ammo casings or the like. I could then inscribe pentagramatic wards on it, to help keep it contained." He gestures to the shuddering corpse. "If we don't find any items of benefit, I would appreciate it if you could use your flamer to purify this abomination."

The Sister wrinkles her nose at the stench of the body as the fruits of Chaos ripen upon it. So, that was him then, disgusting. "Lunatic got what he deserved, and his household will follow."

"We very much appreciate the help," Jericus replies to Merica. "But I'm afraid I have to ask exactly who you are and how you come to be here. This is an Inquisition operation, and we frown upon uninvited guests, however useful they might be."

Damien inspects the corpse of Thrungg, he bears nothing worthy of care save of course of the now detached hand. Purification by Fire is a certainly a good option at this point.

The psyker nods to the tech-priest. "If you have pict-taking equipment, perhaps an image or two for the archives, in case anyone doubts the word of the Inquisition that the 'noble' was a heretic, that will quiet them. Otherwise, leave the hand, but purify the rest with blessed flame."

"I have a pict recorder," Jericus says over his shoulder. "Once I sort things out with our newcomer, I'll record our findings for the Inquisition."

Haxtes extends his optical mechadendrite and makes it glow more brightly. Another mechadendrite produces a pict recorder which he uses to record several picts to document the noble's heresy. Then, unless anyone objects, he cleanses the body with his flamer, avoiding the heretical hand-thing.

Jericusis with Merica, while Haxtes' parts extend out. He takes a collection of photos and videos of the body, the hand and the general area. Then his flamer is in hand and he roasts the corpse of the fallen noble.

Purged by Fire!

The body eventually fades away. It doesn't take long before Proctor Rotlan breaks into the chamber with a collection of his Arbites. "Acolytes! Oh Praise the God Emperor you are alright." He looks lightly wounded, a medipac bandage wrapped around one shoulder. He moves gingerly through the menagerie looking up at the bird and into the cages as he goes. "Thrungg?" You give him that look and he sees the smoldering corpse. "Good. We have secured the rest of the manor, the last pockets of resistance are giving up now." He passes Merica, "I see you met our Sister of Battle ally." He nods to her and orders his men to secure the perimeter, doors, and windows, but to keep their distance of the corpse and anything else you warn him about.

Damien nods to the Proctor. "You and your men have brought honor to the Imperium this day. We have likewise discovered his hoard of heretical artifacts. We will need some of your most trustworthy men to help us keep it locked down, until we can evacuate them securely. Likewise, there are some guards we tied up after they surrendered." He gives their general position.

"Perhaps most importantly, Thrungg bonded himself to daemonic flesh, that lives on after his death. I need the strongest container you can find nearby. I can further reinforce the container through my powers, but my bag certainly won't do. Do you think you can find something appropriate? Ammo container? Repurposed tank shell? A metal coffin? I leave it to your expertise."