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Kestrel tensed as the convict moved and thrust something in her direction, then relaxed, a bit, on seeing what was happening. After a moment she accepted the offered weapons, but already was seeing potential issues with the practice.

"Is this customary?" she asked. "It will be cumbersome in a fight to have to hand you your weapons before you can act."

(OOC - She'll help search once the RP is done, so I'll just roll now. Also, if her heightened vision trait applies, her effective skill is 40.)
 

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Harrigan Zhent, Imperial Psyker

Zhent joins the search, lending both his normal and preternatural senses to the effort. He feels oddly unaffected by the process of searching corpses, and he's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing...
 
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When she had asked if it was customary, Brutis was a little shocked but nodded. He was used to people being so scared of him that they chained him up at first chance. When she spoke again, Brutis stopped and thought about what she had said. He was so used to others taking his weapons that it was routine now and he never thought about it for a second. Now that he did, It was indeed a poor tactical move. He had been a slave for so long that he had almost forgotten what it was like to be a soldier. Spinning back the revolver, he flipped the cylinder open and motioned to the bullets. “At the very least, take my knife and ammo, mistress. I will shield you until you arm me.”
 

Kestrel shook her head and took the revolver instead.

"Faster to pass you the whole gun than to have you fumbling to load the drum," she explained. "Later perhaps you can get some speed loaders." Privately she wondered what this man had done that simply having a control collar wasn't enough to make his handlers confident in their ability to rein him in.

For now she would proceed as they had, until she had the facts. Then re-assessment could be done.
 



[sblock=Kestrel, Zhent] You begin the grisly task of searching the corpses. The corpses are bulky and unwieldy in death. The pervasive stench has something unnatural to it, a bitter taste that sticks in the back of your throat. The faces are contorted is snarls of hate, even in death.
Those corpses that still have an intact neck all have a similar scar, something that looks like a stylized eye with a single teardrop, the size of a small birthmark, about 2 cm (half an inch) wide.

The Pilgrims bear religious trappings of some sort , presumably of the Herandites, a sect of the local saint.

They are far more muscled and have calloused hands which is odd for pilgrims.

None of the dead carry any identification markers. The tickets they carry show they boarded at the start of the line, which is at a big temple complex of St Herandus.

(Additional info 'bout ST Herandus will require an appropriate Lore test)
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The warp is still teeming with activity, the marks of violence, suffering and warp-craft still lingering and drawing flickering things pressing from the other side of the veil, moaning for substance and sustenance.
You almost miss a tiny disturbance emanating from beneath the peculiar marks in the necks of some of the corpses. it looks like a tiny twist in the immaterium, like a hair-thin thread disappearing across the veil into the unknown.
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[Sblock=Rat, Kincaid] You start your gruesome task, but fail to find any items of worths nor any identification papers.[/sblock]
 

Harrigan Zhent, Imperial Psyker

As Zhent examines one of the corpses, he pauses, squinting at something on the back of the body's neck. His jaw clenches as he concentrates, then he shakes his head. He gestures for Kestrel to come take a look.

"This," he says, pointing to a scar, something that looks like a stylized eye with a single teardrop, the size of a small birthmark, about 2 cm (half an inch) wide. It's clear from her expression Kestrel's already seen it, but he stops her before she can move on. "See here? What am I saying, you can't see it, but ... It's faint, but it's not just ... physical. Or, at least, what's underneath it isn't." He glances furtively at the others, unwilling yet to share too much about his particular talents in their presence, then back at Kestrel. He raises an eyebrow, making sure she understands what he's suggesting.
 

Kestrel meets Zhent's gaze and nods somberly.

"I think we have a good place to start the investigation now," she comments as she rises back to her feet. "This temple may conceal a heretic cult. If so, there's no telling how far up its tentacles reach. We must be subtle about our purpose until we know more."

She scans the others. "Agreed?"
 


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