The man at the alter begins to speak, thoiugh not in a language you recognise. "Tai'rech gahgt sop le geeha c'vanna sol pee no rach" he says in the gutteral tongue. Bruder shivers, vaguely recognising the voice. "San iech tol bann't got spen le fraggh."
Your heads snap from the alter to the figures at the front at the sound of a scream. An elaborate dagger protrudes from one's chest, the other making noises like a ravenous dog. The injured man changes before your eyes. From the screaming, you can tell it isn't a pleasent procedure. He falls to the floor, your view of him blocked by the pews. There is no telling what hapened to him.
The man at the alter closes the book he was reciting from, and turns to face you. It's the guy from the bar. "So nice for you both to have come, but i'm afraid I dont have time to chat. I must see to Peters. Please, make yourselves at home."
He then limps towards his companions, bending down to check on the tortured one.
The ritual was a major shock to you both. You loose 3 sanity.