The Venerator slams the man onto the slab, easily holding him down with one hand. His massive mace rises skyward and crashes down in a sickening thud of cracking bone and splattering of blood.

The young man who had been screaming falls silent, something chasing any emotion from his face. His eyes glaze over as he calmly walks out of the cage, and joins the group of onlookers, no longer paying attention to his father's remains.

As the dead father bleeds out, you watch the blood pooled around the Venerator slowly begin to flow up the legs of his armor. It spreads over the smooth surfaces like a thin film of oil, finding its way into the joints in between, until the pool on the ground is all but gone.

The Venerator's breathing hastens as he appears to bathe in a euphoria only he feels. Suddenly, his attention snaps in your direction. You can feel the cold stare behind his ornate plated visor. He raises the book toward you, and with it, the glazed eyes of every villager turn to you as one. Silently, they fling themselves towards you as the Venerator hefts his mace.

You grasp your weapons tight and prepare for a fight to the death.