It's been a week since the monsters descended on and destroyed your village. Your village champion held them off to allow the villagers to escape. In your camp in the woods, the call comes that he has returned. Joy spreads throughout, as the gate of the palisade you built is thrown open and Cormac Mulligan admitted. A jagged scar runs across his left eye, which is covered by a patch. His face is marred by multiple nasty cuts, his clothes are torn, his thick armour battered and he holds a bloodstained axe in his right hand. He watches as the two men who opened the gate close it and put the bar back on. Immediately he brings his axe down on the back of one man's neck, severing his head. The other man backs off, as cries of shock and terror go up all around you and Cormac thunders his axe into his chest, spits a thick ball of phlegm into the man's face, puts his boot on his chest, and tears his axe free with a sickening flurry of gore. A woman runs over to the man on the ground sobbing. Cormac without hesitation splits her head like dry firewood with his axe.

"Cormac! Have you lost your mind, man?!" The village elder's voice still has power in it despite his age. Cormac turns around and laughs nastily. "No, old man. I lost an eye though. But I've never seen more clearly." He begins to walk forward. "For years I gave my blood, sweat and more than a few tears to defend this village, standing in front of every threat so you didn't have to." He spits on the ground. "For what?! I expected to lay down my life for you that day! I gave the fight of my life for you! I was left for dead by a bunch of monsters, AND MY OWN PEOPLE! IT'S BEEN A WEEK, YOU DIDN'T EVEN SEND SOMEONE TO BURY ME!!!" He glares coldly at the people. "You're all dead."

At your back is a fall off a cliff, and the palisade traps you in with Cormac. Fighting him is out of the question. Among his greatest feats, all single handed, are driving off a dozen bandits, carving his way through a goblin camp and killing their leader, and slaying a lich in one blow.