The priest waddles toward a smaller side chapel. Inside, the priest gestures at the bodies. They...ain't proppa. Awareness reveals that they are blackened and drained. Grakgut, being a Painboy, notes small markings on their heads, like bite and suction marks.
"Dis is...dis is weird." says Wazgor.
"It started a Few weeks ago, but it seems to be limited to this Chapel complex and surrounding area."
"Wot did deze gits do different dat you gits din't?" asks Wazgor.
"They were all priests of the lower levels." states the priest. "First the bodies disappeared." he says, "Then they reappeared a week or so later, like this."
"... DA LOWER LEVELS IZ GUNNA BE CLEARED OF DA INFLUENTS OF DA BAD TINGS." screams Kroz.
"Did anyfin' happen at da time o'da disappearin'?" asks Grakgut.
"Uh..." thinks the priest, "Well, there was a strange transport here a few weeks ago. They delivered supplies to the lower levels, and that was it."
"I tink wot 'appened woz in wot woz shipped to da place dat shipments go!" says Grisbane.
"Oy, we need mo' info!" yells Grakgut.
"Of course!" says the priest. He brings the party to a cogitator. On it are maps of the lower areas and transport minutae.
"Here, noble ones." He points at the cogitator. "The shipment was sent there, and Ministorum agents began disappearing from there.."
"Oy, you'z got an armory?" asks Grakgut.
"Uh, I'm sorry, noble Astartes, but we are but priests. We have chainswords and incense, and flamers, but that's about it." stammers the priest.
"NO DAKKA?" yells Wazgor.
"Izza shame. Youz need ta be mo' militant. Alwayz be prepared...wit' dakka."
"Of course, Noble Astartes. I apologize." The priest prostates himself.
"Get Movin', Boyz! Priest, be wary, find yerselves a place that's defensible, them zeeenos are often creepy-like." says Grisbane, as the party leaves for the underchapel.
"Of course!" the priests yell. They all waddle off to find some weapons.