As they go to draw, you dive into the shelter of the wall.

Turning to the Golem, with the control rod in hand, you command it to break the gate down.

Its glowing eyes flare as the massive construct stamps forward. A rain of arrows ping off its dark iron shell, doing nothing to deter it. Its bulk slams against the gate and its braces with the grind of iron.

More arrows are loosed through murder holes, but to no avail.

The gates splinter around the Golem. With heavy groans the banded iron bends, warps then finally sheers in two as the gates peel open. The unnatural feeling washes over you again as you stare at the immense power of the Golem. The Watcher had known it would be needed to gain access to the village. You snap out of your reverie before the guards overcome their shock at what just happened. You move quickly into the village and with little resistance the guards lay down their arms.

The guards that were threatening you kneel before you, resigned to a man. They dared to raise weapons against the mark, a crime that is punishable by death everywhere in the pact. Could they be of more use alive though?