The front doors of the grand stone structure have been smashed open. Pews lay splintered behind them, the remnants of an improvised blockade.
An Erisian steps through the smashed doors, his arms full of gold and loot. He doesn't even have time to react to your presence before a ranger embeds a crossbow bolt into his throat. His loot falls from his hands as he stumbles forward, dying hands clutching his wound.
You rush forward and step through the smashed doors.
You're too late.
Two Erisians are on their hands and knees, looting and searching through the corpses. Both are shot dead within seconds by your rangers, their bodies joining the massive pile they helped create.
A pile of people. Nobody was spared.
Nobody.
You take another few steps inside before finally falling to your knees, overwhelmed by the horror.
The body of the bishop is lying against the front of his altar. His lifeless hand is resting atop a sword. Two men dressed in chainmail lie dead at the bishop's side. But at their feet, the bodies of seven Erisians are sprawled across the stone floor.
Hundreds lie dead, bodies mutilated.
There's nobody left here.
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