The Lord had already incited the hate of the people, spreading rumors that the famine was an act of a hateful god, and that the temple withheld it's stores of bread from the hungry. Word of moldy loaves stacked high in warehouses quickly brought the crowd's blood to the boil. Neither the clerics, nor the soldiers, had anticipated an attack by the very unarmed refugees they were sent to protect. In the end it was too much, the deceived refugees overwhelmed the clerics and soldiers, quickly murdering them and skewering their heads on pitchforks as part of a foul march to the monastery. That night, the violent mob laid siege to the monastery. They tore down the statue of the goddess and looted the warehouse. They then took every relic they could find, as well as every broken corpse,and slung them all into a heap in the town square, setting the whole gruesome pile ablaze.
