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AdjudicatorDeep in the chamber ‘neath the Shrine of StormsClad in golden armour is its bloated form Guarding the halls that the unworthy may not see This demon now deranged by its own gluttony Judge the dead Flesh, the toll Weigh the heart Eat the soul Pierced through its side by a heretic’s blade Devouring their animus – their last mistake Worshipers give praise to the Adjudicator’s conviction Heroes and kings dwell proudly through the gate beyond |