The screams from outside the small temple were manifest now, the crackling of dozens of thatched roofs and timber walls, as the so-called Company of the Rampant Unicorn pillaged and destroyed the small town. A single lone peasant scampers backwards, scampering past the bodies of the town's only priest and his teenage acolyte, running out of room as he backs into the altar.
"Mercy, good lord! Mercy on me! Please!"
Laughing, Gulheart the Great took out his remaining throwing knife and with a casual motion whipped the blade around in a potent throw, burying itself hilt-deep in the poor peasant.
"Here's your mercy, wimp! Should'a thought twice before asking me for ten gold!" Somewhere in the ether, the sound of gods doing high-fives could be distantly heard, displacing soda cans and bags of Chee-tohs.
As Gulheart watched and wondered what to loot from the temple first (no way his companions were getting the choicest loot!) He failed to notice the trickle of innocent blood that ran in a crooked river down the peasant's back, and inched its way to the altar...
...until the blood touched the altar, and a thunderbolt loud as a dragon hit the temple. Light brighter than the sun flared from the altar, blinding and deafening Gulheart for all of, oh, say, twelve seconds or so.
When his senses cleared, the light had not completely left. Glowing, standing atop the altar, was a towering near-featureless perfect man of gold, with glowing wings and a sword that cleaved the very air with flame.
Gulheart the BLACK, I name you, come face your crimes against the innocent! Their blood spilled cries from the ground! There will be justice NOW.
Across the ether, a single voice could be heard...
"Oh, crap."