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[Prosperan Son]

"Exactly, and the last thing you want to be: Is on the Mandori's bad side." This he stated with an all-too serious demeanor. They stepped through the cellar doors into a long ill-lit hallway that seemed to go on for longer then it should have been. There were doors on each side of the hall, each one marked with Ailetean sigils.

[Armoured Priest]

He nodded his head in acknowledgement faster than most people would think is normal. He looks around as they walk, looking at the sigils. "What do the pretty pictures mean?" he asked the guy as the walked past them.

[Prosperan Son]

" Nothing you should worry about, just simply uh...art so to say. Magical things happen behind these doors." He replied nonchalantly as they walked through the corridor for a few more scant moments. At the end, they reached a large double set of doors, each one adorned with two brass skulls, rings attached to the nose of each. With a simple knock, the man stepped inside, Kombuse in tow.

[Armoured Priest]

"Ooo, neat." Kombuse said, taking his explaination at face value. He looked at the skulls. "Ooo, shiny." he remarked as he follows the man past the large ornate doors.

[Prosperan Son]

The room they entered was abuzz with life, numerous servants, guards, and other works scrambling about to fulfill their assigned duties. Most of them had twp things in common: One,they were all armed, whether it be with a simple knife all the way to a lascarbine; Two, they all bore distinct yet similar tattoos and markings upon their flesh, depicting their loyalty to the Mandori, some of the deeds they had committed, punishments, or and even their ranks and positions. The man led Kombuse through the crowd, trying to get you through without to many people eying him

[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse was mostly silence as he the man led him by his shoulders, taking in the sights and sounds of the room, and perplexed at the extensive use of tattoos. "Everyone has pretty pictures on them." he said randomly as he went through the crowd with the guy.

[Prosperan Son]

"Yes, they do, don't they? If your lucky, maybe you'll get one too." The man patted your shoulder, before they stepped into lord's room. The walls of the room were decorated with numerous human skeletons, each of them bleached white and tattooed with ruinous marks, many of which were dedicated to mostly Khorne and Nurgle. Each skeletal frame was placed into a position that depicted some expression of their life before. One showed a man kneeling down on his knees as if begging, another display showed two embracing each other like only lovers could, and then there was one that depicted two warriors clashing with one another.

The floors were littered with numerous femur bones, rib cages, and skulls placed over black carpet. At the center of the room, sitting upon a throne made of ivory and gold stood a pale, slim figure, his entire body was covered in ink tattoos of Crimson and Obsidian, depicting scenes of fighting, beast eating one another, several snakes ran over long scars. His bald head depicted a black skull, lines of blue and red were run over where his veins and arteries would be, his eyes were a golden color, and he rested his head on the palm of his hand, expression bored.

[Armoured Priest]

He looked all around at the macabre decorations of skeletons, as they walked up to the center of the room. He could here the voices admiring and talking about the scenes he was seeing. He let them talk as he guided toward the bored looking man on the shiny throne. "Hello?" he greeted quietly to the very inked man.

[Prosperan Son]

The man stood from his throne, walking towards you on his thin legs. "Hello. Your a new face aren't you?" The man asked as he walked. Stopping before you, he thrust his hand forward, grabbing you by the chin."Hmmm" He hummed as he moved your head from side to side, examining you." No Marks, Different skin, Strange Mask...." He spoke one word after the other, putting a puzzle together." My guess is your not from around these parts are you?"

[Armoured Priest]

'Nope, no sir." he said cheery, the smile on his mask got a little bigger. "Came with the big ships and all them." he explained, probably again referring to the invasion fleet that came to the planet. He waited there patiently as the tatted man looked him over, not really wondering why.

[Prosperan Son]

The Mandori's eyes lit up with interest then. He lifted Kombuse's chin up trying examining his neck for a moment." Hmm, and how is it that my Disandi Mugiar here found you?" He askd curiously, eyes narrowing.

" He was roaming around the streets when I found him my Mandori, Saw he was not from around here right off the bat when I saw that he keep going around the same area in circles." Mugiar answered, noding his head as he did so." I thought you could make use of him and plus, he didn't pay the fee for these parts." He reminded

"No fee, eh? He doesn't look like the sort to have anything of profit on him either..." The Mandori cupped his chin in thought of what to do." So the question is: Do we punish him for his trespass or make use of him?"

[Armoured Priest]

"Profits? Is that like trophies?" He asked as he began ruffling through the various pockets and pouches on his person. "Because that is what Oberga calls the shiny stuff, are trophies like profits?." He asked as if it was a normal thing. He starts placeing what can be assumed trophies Oberga takes from certain kills, several service studs of astartes with dried blood on them, a commisar hat slighty burnt, several badges of rank from sargent to colonel of different imperial guard regiments, a broken piece of ornate Sororitas power armor, even a styliezed I pendant of an inquistor.

For mandori believing it (because I know I wouldn't):
1d100 rolled for a total of: 98 (98)

[Prosperan Son]

The Mandori raised a brow, examining the ornate Inquisitorial Pendant. He bit it to test it's authenticity before taking it, along with the badges and handed them to Mugiar" These, Have these smelted and formed into a set of nice rings, one for me and this one fellow here." He said, tapping Kombuse's chest. Next he took the Commisar hat, fixing it over his head to test it's size. "Consider these the fine you pay to roam these parts...although, you seem like a man handy with a weapon, how does a job send."

[Armoured Priest]

He listen a moment to the voices, even the darker one. He then nodded his head in a quick fashion. "We like that, what sort of job?" he asked, kinda happy to be doing something rather than just roaming about.

[Prosperan Son]

"The job is rather simplistic, at least in appearance anyway." The Mandori replied with a shrug of his shoulders." You see, with all of these off-worlders, such as yourself for example arriving in their warships, the opportunity to expand my domain has arrived, aggressively of course, but before we can do any form of extension, we'll need weapons, and I don't mean the kind you can buy here..." He cut off his explanation, hoping Kombuse would piece together the rest.

[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse looked at him with a confused look on his face and then trying to figure it out himself. A few moments of helmet scratching and grunts of mental exertion, he finally speaks. "Ooooh, I think I get it." he said, a little hesitant though. Then he tilted his head as if he was listening to someone by his side. "One question..." he spoke again, still listening. "If Oberga sees something he wants, can he has it?" Kombuse asked innocently, not sure how the Mandori will respond.

[Prosperan Son]

"Hmm, I do not know this Oberga person you speak of, but if he pays his fees as well , then sure why not?" The Mandori replied, curious as to who Oberga was. "Disandi! Have him marked before he goes, that way the other clans know who he works for." The Mandori ordered before walking towards his throne.

[Armoured Priest]

"But he is in my head...." he tried to explain before the Mandori was already walking away. He shrugged and looked at the man the Mandori had instructed, waiting to see what marking he was getting.

[Prosperan Son]

"Come Come now, Let's get you to the Ghota , a mark is a special thing after all." Mugiar nodded his head, urging Kombuse to follow him." It seems I've also forgotten the most common courtesy of them all....what is your name?"

[Armoured Priest]

"Oh, my name is Kombuse." he told him happily as he followed Mugair to the man Kombuse figured was the guy who was gonna give him a mark, whatever that meant. "What sort of mark was he talking about?" Kombuse asked, curious now.