Rosenkrantz 37

	Rosenkrantz_GM	IT IS THE 41ST MILLENNIUM...
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The material value of the relics isn't a fraction of their actual worth, as Father Calvin has extensively explained. If what his findings appear to demonstrate are true, the artifacts that once belonged to the missionary Nicomedes Keefe could take you to the final resting place of St. Cognatius. For Creed of Profit, there is much to sway you to follow this lead.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Each of you has reasons, individually 'ranked' by importance to you for wishing to take on this adventure, and even Wilhelm does nothing to conceal his own deep interest in the opportunity that has presented itself. Utterly unsatisfied by the quality of food and ambience of Footfall, Wilhelm has hosted you all onboard his flagship's Palace for dinner, where you now discuss this.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"And tell me, Father, how much support could we expect from the Ecclesiarchy should we make this discovery known? Our colonization efforts on the world of Faith will need to begin with a Mission carefully bringing the native population together."
	Makh_Chomun	busies himself in enjoying a much missed novelty of cooking from Wilhelm's personal cook. If there's one thing he missed from the Aurorae it's definitely the Captain's dinners.
	Calvin_Colonel	places a glass down and gingerly wipes his fingers
	Calvin_Colonel	"It would grant us much leverage, including material support.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	listens intently
	Calvin_Colonel	"Assuming, of course, that we are successful. Which we shall be. We are effectively reviving a dead aspect of the Faith. On par, perhaps, with the rediscovery of an STC fragment for the Mechanicus."
	Baine_Mort	sits there enjoying the meal and drinking some wine.
	Josef	sits quietly and prays to the Machine Spirit. He lights a candle and places it on top of his Servo Skull 'Snitches'. Snitches makes a slight humming noise with loud beeps periodically as it slowly hovers around the room.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"And would the Ecclesiarchy feel about us taking the profits for ourselves?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Incredible... absolutely incredible. At a time when we most need the backing of the Ecclesiarchy, this opportunity presents itself... along with your expertise, Father. Surely, a sign of the Emperor's favor."
	Calvin_Colonel	frowns
	Vivian	seems to be drifting off into thought, holding a glass of wine while staring at her meal. Thoughts rolling through, her face twisted in a look of pure thought. "..It almost seems too good to be true. I feel like there should be a huge catch."
	Calvin_Colonel	"That would waste much of the favor we would acquire.
	Calvin_Colonel	turns to the senior Rosenkrantz
	Calvin_Colonel	"Precisely! Keefe was much like yourself and your House in many ways, sir."
	Makh_Chomun	"The Emperor provides and protects." Makh intones as he finishes his current plate. Washing it down with a glass of amasec before wiping his mouth with one of those fancy napkins.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Oh? How fascinating. Do tell me more, Father."
	Calvin_Colonel	"A multifaceted genius forced from his home, allied with groups he scarcely knew existed... He plied the Expanse, sometimes in the entourage of a Rogue Trader, always spreading the Creed and acquiring more allies and resources for himself. In a way, his journeys were his way of redeeming himself and his family name - while once powerful, it had languished to a certain degree due to intrigues."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"No such thing as coincidence, Father. The Emperor speaks to us," Wilhelm nods, filling his glass.
	Calvin_Colonel	"Indeed. Which is why I so serendipitously joined your nephew's crew, I believe. Emperor willing, we shall finish what Keefe started and work towards restoring your Dynasty's glory at the same time."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"I am convinced that this would elevate the Dynasty in the Koronus Expanse, and even in the eyes of those back on Calixis. Many are those who would wish to see this family fail."
	Calvin_Colonel	"One of our first stops should be at the monasteries of the Order of the Hammer, on Foulstone. They are the descendants of Keefe's most devout followers."
	Calvin_Colonel	"Perhaps we may even convince them to retrieve Piety's Charge, his archaeotech hammer."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The table is cleared by attending servants, and the round of desserts arrives. Anyone with a mind for numbers can see that the expense required to have such a wide selection would hardly be justified for even a planetary governor. But Wilhelm is all about the finer things in life... whether the Dynastic Ledger groans to keep these standards or not.
	Calvin_Colonel	takes a heavily spiced dish
	Vivian	"Oh..! My favorite..! Wilhelm, you spoil me!", she'd gush in delight to the arrival of dessert.
	Makh_Chomun	rubs his hands like a giddy child. An amusing sight given Makh's size and fine clothing.
	Calvin_Colonel	"Well, gentlemen? What do you think? We will all need your expertise if we are to succeed here."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"There is one matter which I do wish to bring to your attention, Friedrich," Wilhelm turns slightly to face his nephew.
	Makh_Chomun	The Arch-Militant pauses his genocide of all the sweeter things in life to answer. "I am for whatever will benefit Wilhelm and the dynasty the most. If it also brings the Emperor's light to darker places that's quite a bonus."
	Calvin_Colonel	"I appreciate your faith, Arch-Militant, but my question was more as to what sort of methods or strategies you had in mind."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"What is that Uncle?"
	Makh_Chomun	"Asking the wrong guy then, unless it's pertaining to wet work or brute force."
	Josef	enjoys the nutrient paste he requested. Packaged and sealed by the Adeptus Mechanicus Food Processing Factories.
	Calvin_Colonel	"We may very well need to use brute force. Blood is the Emperor's Sacrament, after all. But you are right, we do not know what sort of enemies we will be facing yet."
	Baine_Mort	"I second that notion that what ever is profitable for the dynasty is the best course of action."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"The good Missionary will correct me where I err, but I understand that Ksi Ascendant, where we believe the Saint's resting place to be, is in the vecinity of the Corpse Stars, the Alenic Depths, and even the Rifts of Hetacon. These are feared spans of the void, and voidsmen are creatures of superstition. You must be cautious of threats from without, and within."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"I have the good Missionary to help me quell their worries with faith."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Wilhelm nods, locking eyes with Calvin for a moment.
	Calvin_Colonel	raises an eyebrow
	Vivian	relaxes back in her chair, crossing her legs as she'd idly pop a cherry into her mouth. Stem and all. Staying quiet, she'd idly watch the others for now.
	Vivian	briefly pauses, before bringing her hand up to grasp at her throat, ending up in a coughing fit, to her embarrassment.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Wilhelm looks to his side, eyebrow raised. He slowly turns back to the rest, and starts with a new thought "I will burden you with distractions for no longer than strictly necessary. You will have with you whatever resources you require for your adventure. The /Aurorae/ and I will settle things here with Moross, tow the /Wrath of Igneus/ into the Breaking Yards, and head for Scintilla."
	Baine_Mort	looks at Vivian, "You ok?"
	Josef	"You seem to be choking, Lady Vivian."
	Josef	"Do you need assistance?"
	Vivian	gave a brief and short nod.
	Josef	tries to use his Mechadendrite to remove the blockage, but the Lady keeps moving.
	Vivian	would NOT let that damned mechadendrite near her face.
	Baine_Mort	get up from his seat seeing Josef failing at removing the blockage from Vivian and pat her on the back hard.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Wilhelm rises to his feet, downs the contents of his cup, and plants the empty glassware back on the table. "I appear to have lost my appetite."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Very well, we shall commence the journey to the monastery."
	Josef	"Well, this was my entertainment for this evening."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"If you have any requests for cargo or crew transfers, pass them on to Master Olga on the bridge, Captain," Wilhelm, formally addresses his nephew, before he makes for the exit.
	Vivian	thankfully would be saved by Mort's more conventional thinking. Cupping a napkin over her mouth, she'd shake her head and then clean herself. "Hrmph.. Thank you, Mort. Josef." Though as she said Josef's name, her voice dripped with a chilled tone. Seems someone was not happy. Without any other words, she'd turn and leave the table, already thoroughly embarrassed as it was.
	Josef	returns to his sit and connects to his servo-skull to relay some basic procedures.
	Vivian	mutters something quietly under her breath as she left.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	looks to Makh and shakes his head, before standing and heading to the bridge
	Makh_Chomun	"My compliments to the chef," he says to one of the servants. He stops by the officers club on his way back to the Consequence for old time's sake. He isn't gone for more than an hour.
	Baine_Mort	"No problem Vivian." Mort says.
	Vivian	quietly sulks in her room.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	=SKIPARINO=
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The Consequence leaves the docking arm, and slowly drifts away from Footfall. The Emperor's macrostatue looks on, always gazing onto the void, and what will soon be his.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The Praeliator Aurorae remains docked with Footfall, the Raven on her prow now a symbol of the Dynasty's intervention... of the Dynasty's presence in the Expanse.
	Calvin_Colonel	+O most High and Holy Emperor, I see Your light and feel Your presence, Keep me safe from the void and vacuum, And see me home to the fields of our next Duty.+
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The final hail from the Praeliator comes and goes. Formal chatter, but with the undertones of familial farewells between the bridge officers of both ships.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Captain, the Navigators are inquiring about our next destination," Titus informs Friedrich.
	Baine_Mort	stands at his station.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"To the Monastery that Lord Colonel has informed us of."
	Josef	continues his search into his favorite 'subject'
	Makh_Chomun	hangs out on the bridge.
	Calvin_Colonel	+Oh Emperor, Shield me from the maelstrom, prove this ship worthy of protecting Your flock, who bring Your word wherever they travel!+
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The Warp transition klaxons sound on every deck.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"The navigators are ready, Captain"
	Makh_Chomun	"I hate this part." Makh says as he finds a seat.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Commence our Journey."
	Baine_Mort	"Hold on to your butts." Mort comments.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Reality becomes warped, as though time and space themselves bend and stretch to impossible dimensions. Your senses become numb. Muted.
	Vivian	hates traveling through the warp. So much so, she's locked herself up in her room, and is currently nursing a lho-stick and a bottle of wine.
	Josef	going through his medical records and directories to discover the source of the problem.
	Makh_Chomun	Over the course of the trip, Makh's zeal increases to such a degree that he considers himself more qualified than the sanctioned priests of the Imperial Creed. He spends practically every waking moment in the on-board temple. Doggedly approaching all who come in with the dogma of the word of the God-Emperor. He wears nothing but a robe and sandals, to better feel the warmth and light of the...
	Makh_Chomun	...Emperor and all the physical wonders of the materium.
	Calvin_Colonel	spends the entirety of the warp travel either in his study or attending to services, as well as patrolling the ship with his repetant troopers
	Vivian	sat upright in her bed, eyes wide. Rather than being in a drunken stupor, she was immediately humbled, only to become entirely at peace with the situation at hand. It wouldn't be long before she was practically glowing in a almost euphoric bliss. Feeling more whole and at ease than she had ever felt before.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	Begins to give commands that seem to make no sense at all, words that have no context begin to spill from his mouth
	Josef	stares at his cuts. They are twisting and manifesting into odd symbols formed from a mixture of blood, flesh, and metal.
	Josef	is throw out of his office at great speeds while his cats naps on his desk.
	Vivian	felt the sudden urge to do what she had never done as nearly as much as she could have- Go to service. Seeking out Calvin, she'd have a rather broad smile on her face. "My fellow brother..! How are you fairing today? I have such.. Such wonderful joys to share with you! Do you have a moment?"
	Josef	"What is going on?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Titus!, Hermin Laughs groff snee!"
	Calvin_Colonel	seems pleasantly surprised, but tired
	Calvin_Colonel	"Certainly, my lady."
	Josef	recognizes some of the marks as religious. He rushes to find the Confessor and seek some advice.
	Makh_Chomun	Anyone entering the temple will hear Makh roaring out hymns, both in low gothic and Oblastian.
	Vivian	immediately moves in and takes up Calvin's hands, gripping firmly in her excitement. "I've been blessed with visions, Father! The God-Emperor himself has visited me and blessed me with his visions! I swear it was so real- It couldn't have been anything else but a gift, right? He was so majestic..! I.. I don't know how I should feel, other than blessed!"
	Calvin_Colonel	"I- Is that so? How-"
	Calvin_Colonel	turns to look at Josef
	Calvin_Colonel	"One at a time, please!"
	Josef	"I require assistance!"
	Calvin_Colonel	"Very well, to the Confessional Chamber."
	Calvin_Colonel	motions for Holt to take Vivian somewhere private and have her wait a bit.
	Calvin_Colonel	"Write down whatever she says. You still have that Autoquill, yes?"
	Calvin_Colonel	brings Josef to the Confessional chamber
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"What is wrong with you people? Hurr Zer Nu wa.?"
	Calvin_Colonel	"What ails you, brother?"
	Josef	"Confessor, look at my flesh!"
	Baine_Mort	makes his way to ships temple to find, Colonel he moves at a fast pace, sweat rolling down his face, as he enters the temple he then says "Believe you not that I am in the Father, and the Father in Me? The WORDS that I speak Blurei sheriened gaullen ifgkan isstom! unto you I speak not of Myself, but the Father that dwells in Me, he does the works"
	Josef	"These sores are unnatural. They appear on my body regardless of metal or biomatter."
	Vivian	gladly shares all of the details of her visions with Holt- sparing no expense on detail to how she may have literally drank wine with the God Emperor himself.
	Baine_Mort	his hands cant make it up to his mouth in time to stop him elf.
	Calvin_Colonel	"By the Emperor! Stigmata!"
	Josef	"Stigmata?"
	Calvin_Colonel	reaches for a book and starts flipping through it "A sign of blessing, nothing to fear. It seems the Faith has taken hold of our crew."
	Calvin_Colonel	"Yes. Marks of the Emperor. I am unsure of the theological implications for the Machine Cult. Perhaps a transcendence of flesh and machine."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Holt struggles to keep up with the spiritual needs of the crew, recruiting lesser priests to aid him.
	Calvin_Colonel	"It is no mutation, never fear. I have studied this in detail."
	Baine_Mort	sudden;y he starts again, "If any man teach otherwise, and consent not to the wholesome words, even the WORDS OF OUR LORD EMPEROR No quod percipit adversarium vis, ei primis aliquip corrumpit mei., and to the doctrine which is according to godliness; he is proud, knowing nothing."
	Baine_Mort	drops to his knees, "Some one help me........"
	Makh_Chomun	"AND HEAR ME, FOR MAN'S SIN IS NOT HIS OWN, BUT IS TAKEN UNTO THE EMPEROR AND HIS HOLY ANGEL'S. THE GREAT LIGHT OF HIS ILLUMINATION SPREADS ACROSS THE STARS BANISHING THE GREAT DARK TO THE EDGES OF OBLIVION." Makh rants in the background.
	Josef	"Okay. I believe we have bigger problems now. Confessor."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	+Attention crew, Swash near though sheesh.+
	Baine_Mort	"For they heard them Ei mutat dignissim temporibus mea. Sit dolorum commune neglegentur speak with tongues, and magnify Emperor."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The Temple-Shrine soon becomes overwhelmed. Prayer groups are organized on every deck, with quadi-chapels set up to provide for the new demand in spiritual guidance among the crew.
	Calvin_Colonel	"Yes... While I appreciate the faith, this is overwhelming. Is the machine priesthood affected this way?"
	Josef	visibly confused by Colonel's statement, a rare slight amongTechpriests.
	Baine_Mort	crawls up to Colonel and grabs him, "Save me. or else I'll..... And when Paul had laid his hands upon them Vis at iudicabit mediocritatem , the Emperor came on them, and they spoke with tongues  Vel lorem erroribus assentior ut , and prophesied"
	Calvin_Colonel	"How did you get in here?"
	Calvin_Colonel	"I will help you. Unhand me!"
	Calvin_Colonel	"And make 15 prayers of St. Drusus' Benediction for breaking my Confession chamber's door!"
	Baine_Mort	lets go of Colonel.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Claudius, the Missionary's bodyguard escorts the Master of Ordance to the waiting chamber.
	Calvin_Colonel	dusts himself off and marches to the pulpit of the temple
	Calvin_Colonel	activates his Laud Hailer "FLOCK OF THE CONSQUENCE, HEAR ME!"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The mob of faithful turn, attentively.
	Vivian	shushes herself, blinking a bit. Then she finally noticed- Wait. Why was all the other crewmembers so upset?
	Josef	"I will simple observe and assist whenever I can." His speech getting slower and slower as he realizes he is bleeding a mix of oil and blood from his hands.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	They listen for what wisdom may come.
	Baine_Mort	looks at Makh "Knock me out Detraxit perpetua an per, sanctus adipisci in has. oh Emperor. "
	Calvin_Colonel	"The Emperor and St. Cognatius have made clear signs of their favor over this most sacred endeavor in which we are now committed!"
	Josef	"Do not panic, the God Machine is with us. DO not panic." Josef believes he is thinking these words, but in reality is loudly saying it in a monotone voice.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	It is as diverse a crowd as has ever been addressed in the Temple-shrine. Yet all stand in wait, equals under the Emperor's gaze, trying to make sense of his gifts.
	Calvin_Colonel	"However, your fervor has turned to irrational and undirected ways! While it is true that the guidance of the Ecclesiarchy is necessary for all of the Emperor's faithful, you are straining us! Do you not know that the Emperor is already within you all? Do you not know that He guided you before just as He does now?"
	Calvin_Colonel	"Calm yourselves, at least for now. There will be plenty of opportunities to put such righteous fervor to use, but now, we all require quiet contemplation and examination of these signs. Let us commence a quiet prayer, and let peace into our souls."
	Calvin_Colonel	begins singing a tranquil, subdued hymn
	Rosenkrantz_GM	They are unflinching. Some even collapse from exhaustion where they once stood. The rest lower their heads and commence a prayer.
	Josef	makes the sign of the Omnissiah and follows the Confessor's lead.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The exercise proves effective in calming the faithful. They are able to become at ease with their various symptoms of the Emperor's favor. Slowly, some make the sign of the aquila and make their way back to their stations, a sense of serenity about them.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	By the end of the journey, only the mildest forms of these 'gifts' manifest any longer.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	By the last day, all is back to normal. "Captain, the navigators are reporting warp translation into real space at any moment. We will be emerging on the outskirts of Foulstone."
	Calvin_Colonel	approaches Vivian before warp transit ends. "Now, tell me more of this vision you had."
	Makh_Chomun	is quietly recovering from a lost voice and a severe migraine in his quarters.
	Vivian	blinked as she stared blankly at Calvin. "...What on earth are you talking about?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Good."
	Calvin_Colonel	facepalms
	Calvin_Colonel	"Nevermind."
	Baine_Mort	returns from his quarters from rinsing out his mouth with mouth wash, Emperor be praised that I wont have to go through that again."
	Josef	looks at his arms and inspects his body.
	Josef	"I must return to my duties. Excuse me, my lords."
	Calvin_Colonel	"Lord Captain, you are coherent once more."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Warp transit comes to an end rather abruptly, as though reality viciously snaps back into place.
	Calvin_Colonel	scurries over to the nearest viewing port to see the world
	Calvin_Colonel	"The Hand of the Emperor guides us all."
	Makh_Chomun	"Emperor be praised." Makh rasps to himself in bed.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Foulstone is a Deadw World. No orbitals, no signs of civilization on the planet. No comms chatter.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Known to few, the main inhabitants of the planet are the Order of the Hammer.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Dedicated to preserving the legacy of Nicomedes Keefe, and fabled to hold the Hammer of Cognatius.
	Calvin_Colonel	"Officially, the Order is not recognized nor sanctioned by the Ecclesiarchy."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"And yet we are to trust them?" Lieutenant Titus inquires with some skepticism.
	Calvin_Colonel	"Recognized or not, they are faithful. They also know the life of Keefe better than any, and most likely possess much in the way of lore and relics that will be vital to our endeavor."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"We are in need of information they might have." he says cementing the issue
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"We will be in close orbit soon," Titus says staring at a holo display in lieu of an 'Aye, Captain'.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"No comms chatter" he repeats, as though emphasizing some obscure point about the nature of the planet's inhabitants.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"When will we be able travel out?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Shuttle bay is being prepared now."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	nods
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Will there be a show of force, Captain? How many craft should be prepared for a landing party?"
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Let us go few in number, but have a few house guard accompany us."
	Calvin_Colonel	nods
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"A gun-cutter will be waiting for you on the bay."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Let us head out."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	begins to make his way to the bay
	Makh_Chomun	meets with the rest of the party inside the gun-cutter. He's rather subdued, still recovering from his zealous escapades on the way to this system.
	Calvin_Colonel	gathers some of his high-ranking clerics and makes his way to the bay, relics born openly and proudly
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The transport-modified cutter is large enough to accomodate you all comfortably enough. Soon, you descend onto the planet.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The features are striking. Dark... as though obsidian rock formations had grown out from the hellish inner core, to cover what was once a populated planet.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	As you descend, below cloud cover, you see hardly any plant life, save in small clumps, perhaps near sources of water.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	But where the Order of the Hammer makes its home, it is clear that considerable effort has gone into subsistence farming. A minimal, but essential population of Grox are also used for transportation, plowing, and perhaps even food.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The structures all follow the style of old ecclesiastic monasteries.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	For a place with so little in the way of technology, your arrival barely seems to catch their attention.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Indeed, it seems visits from outsiders are commonplace to the monks.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The gun-cutter makes its landing, and the rampdoor lowers.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The atmosphere is uncomfortably acidic, and your nostrils protest at this almost immediately.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Somewhere distant, you hear the melodic chants of a choir, accented by the metalic clang of a belltower.
	Baine_Mort	put on his helmet.
	Calvin_Colonel	strides out towards the entrance
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	Walks down the rampdoor, wincing a the smeel around him
	Baine_Mort	follows Friedrich
	Makh_Chomun	flares his nostrils as he descends down the ramp. He takes a sip from an oversized thermos of tea as he follows along.
	Makh_Chomun	"Really clears up the nose, oh yeah."
	Josef	follows the group and commands his servo-skull to start recording.
	Vivian	is simply tailing behind, silent as ever. Almost as if she wasn't even there.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	You pass by a small terrace where carefully tended vegetation forms a square. Children and young adults train with their master. Meticulous martial training, copying his movements.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Welcome, pilgrims," an old bearded man in a humble habit approaches you.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Your master is wise and generous to bring you here," he says, apparently referring to Colonel as the leader of your group.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	coughs at this
	Calvin_Colonel	"Hail, friend. Our master would be the Lord Captain here, second only to the Emperor, of course."
	Vivian	gave a low chortle.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Oh?" the old man eyes Friedrich up and down. Twice.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"I see... I see."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"I am Captain Friedrich Rosenkrantz."
	Josef	makes the sign of the machine god and waits.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Father-Congregant Umnius," he says with a short bow of the head.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"You bring gifts to glorify Nicomedes' work?" Umnius looks back at the relics you have brought.
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"Father, we have some questions regard the Missionary you base your practice on."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The priest's eyes turn back to Friedrich, and he raises a finger professorially. "More than a missionary, young man."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	He turns around, and walks for the largest of the temple structures.
	Calvin_Colonel	"Yes, his retinue seeks to enlighten themselves on the glory of Keefe."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Between the wind, and the low tone of his voice, it's hard to hear him with his back towards you, "...reception of your donations, in no time at all."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Perhaps something about 'enlightenment' was said, too. In any case, it seems you're expected to follow him.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	Younger members of the Order approach your group at the entrance, in bright white garb.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"As is custom, we will receive your gifts, that you may receive the wisdom of Nicomedes Keefe. Your enlightenment begins today."
	Friedrich_Rosenkrantz	"What gifts do you require?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	The younger members look up at their master, confused.
	Makh_Chomun	quirks an eyebrow.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"We live a humble existence, Friedrich. We do not ask for anything that would burden the eager pilgrim."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"From each, according to their station," his apprentices nod at this.
	Calvin_Colonel	"To each, according to their needs."
	Calvin_Colonel	"We have come into possession of some of the Missionary's personal effects."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	He nods approvingly. The nod of old, earned wisdom.
	Calvin_Colonel	produces the box
	Vivian	quietly looks around, almost in a bored like manner.. As she did, she'd draw her chameleonline cloak to a close, hiding the synskin underneath. Looking to the rest of the group, she'd then check to see- Was anyone even looking her way? If not, she might just wander and scope out the area more.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"So I have identified, frater. Keefe has blessed you."
	Calvin_Colonel	"So he has. We seek to continue his work, and, Emperor willing, finish it."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	His eyes grow wide at the last two words.
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Oh?"
	Calvin_Colonel	nods
	Calvin_Colonel	"Could we speak in private?"
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Then you are here to see the Hammer." he waves his apprentices away.
	Calvin_Colonel	"Yes, and to read his journals, with your permission. We received manifold portents from the Emperor on our journey here, but some things are still unclear."
	Rosenkrantz_GM	"Then you may follow me. But know that the Order will not permit this without sanction from all Brothers in the conclave. You will have to make your case."
	Calvin_Colonel	"Very well."