Haha! Well, given this has gone about 3 hours, and nobody has even drawn blood yet, Yeenoghu appears. His visage immediately throws you both into a catatonic state. You are then handed over to a strange old man next to him. As he walks away, the old man begins to shift and morph, eventually taking on the huge, awful, demonic form of Iuz. With a word, your flesh is stripped from your bodies, and your living skeletons, still with beating hearts and internal organs, are lashed to the Throne of Bone and Blood. The pain is unlike anything you have ever suffered. You scream, your voices joining the wails of the countless others whose torture-seared carcasses make up the throne. As the din of your screams increases with your agony, you begin to move, and the Chariot of Hate rides to war.