And so the auction began!
The first lot for sale was a beautifully carved stature of two legendary primarchs, Lion’el Johnson and Leman Russ engaged in something this Psyker certainly won’t admit to understanding as congress. Made by the sculptor Samnian this hot piece of fanXfic was purchased by the priest for an immense amount of 25,000 thrones.
The team did not publically announce an interest but this psyker does wonder about Severus’s….predilictions.
Coming up next was an old xeno skull from an unknown species at least 20,000 years old. The Techpriest purchased it for 15k establishing his penchant for the Xeno. Once again the acolytes stood apart from the precedings.
Pertaining to the dealings and bargains made by The Saint Drusus with the dark powers, the party acquired it, although doubting it’s veracity for an appropriately solvent amount of 1,000 thrones, a fraction of their borrowed wealth. No competitors for that little number.
The next item for sale was a copy of the Voices from the stars, written by the prophetess A’lea and whilst Rezrel attempted to purchase it at the starting price, it went for thirty thousand thrones, the man in the full body glove hesitantly buying it and seemingly relieved to get it. Said man left himself with approximately 90,000 thrones worth of gems after this exchange which, your friendly narrating psyker notes, puts him out of the action as far as serious fare goes.
BIG THINGS AHEAD!
Well aware of fiscal responsibility and the fact that their commanding inquisitor can actually throw a tank with their mind, Rezrel decided to stay out of the bidding for an old data vox/pict disc pertaining to an old xeno dig site. The tech priest continued his lust for xeno lore it seems purchasing it at teh steep and expensive cost of 100,000 thrones despite stiff competition from the man in the Susthrone. It seemed reasonable to then assume that the tech priest was somewhat out of funds now and the man in the susthrone had probably little more than 100k to bid, leaving merely the cardinal and the man in the bird mask a serious risk to the more…heretical malefic items upcoming.
After a short break in which the group do very little but watch the sixth item was placed on the block. A star map, without coordinates, yes. Valuable? Extremely. In an incredibly clever(stupid) and brave(risky) ploy Rezrel engaged in the bidding at 115,000 thrones in order to inflate the cost and test the measure of the bird-masked man, the true contestant in what was to come. Having read the other auctionees well the item went for 125,000 thrones to the man in the susthrone, his entourage buzzing.
The final item. A book. Stood in a glass case throbbing with an odorous ill-ease. Reaching out into the fabric of the warp itself Rezrel saw the power of the man in the bird mask, flexing and strobing from his mind, certainly stronger than Rezrel and well aware of the books true nature, much like he.
The bidding began…and escalated quickly. After some brief repartee Rezrel struck a confident chord of 200,000 thrones. They met eyes and in that instant the measure of men was tested. But nobody wants to look at a dirty psyker anyways and the opponent backed down, turning his gaze away from Rezrel and allowing the bid to stand, the acolytes obtaining a clearly tainted book for 200k.
After some slight…wrangling on who puts the book in the box and eventually a servitor made to do it the auction emptied, one party at a time with 10 minutes between each group. Having purchased the most valuable and risky item, and now leaving last the group wonders exactly what ambushes and plans await them in the darkness of their journey back to the Lander.