It was dark when Peridor gave the signal. Quickly, and with well practiced steps, the armored men made their way out of the Barracks onto the streets of Bearn. On their maps were noted every single home, every single business, every single estate or property owned by the most radical of the Forn Sidr at Bearn, those who threatened to call Thor or Odin upon them ever other night.
Their armor silenced by rags, a pair of men readied themselves outside of each Forn Sidr doorway, whether they be radical or not. More men clustered next to the chosen victims; a ram, a pair of towershields, and several axes large and small, for hewing and throwing. Archers gathered on the streets, and buckets of hot sand were placed.
When the bells tolled for midnight, in time with its holy sounding of the twelveth hour, the rams begun. Within two or three hits each of the chosen doorways were shattered, and the towershields rushed in. Windows of shocked Forn Sidr opened to be met by a flurry of arrows. Back doors or Cellars, escape routes for the normal household, prove to be death traps as running Forn Sidr were cut down by the prepared axemen.
There were some resistance, but the towershield held the punishment while the axemen rushed inside, their blades cleaving through flesh and bone alike. Several of the moderate Forn Sidr opened doors or windows to try to understand the commotion, to recieve a faceful of burning sand, a kick indoors, and a slam of the door or window in question. No Catholic risked opening their door, for they have all heard the message at Mass, that of the Lord's Passover, and of Lot's Wife's doom upon looking at Sodom, and of the Faithful's victory over the heathen.
As the last of the chosen households fell, dead, all things of value in them are quickly gathered away- chests, ancestrial weapons, baskets and barrels of goods. The axemen chopped the designated timbers, causing the structures to collapse onto itself. As the hour passes to the second, reports returned to Peridor. With a nod, the hour, and the changing of the curfew, was sounded.
At that moment, buckets of pitch were tossed over each and every pile of rubble, and the bodies placed upon them. No burial for the heathens. A torch later, and the pile, a gristly sacraficial pyre to any Forn Sidr who somehow saw the scene, bursts into flames.
By dawn, all the structures owned by the most outspoken Forn Sidr simply disappeared into layers of dust, smoke marks covering neighboring buildings without burning them.
Peridor smiled. Men from the entire Barony were called, only the most faithful and trustworthy, trained for periods which turned from weeks into months, and who practiced their craft upon small villages. They were well trained, and it showed, for tonight, it went without a hitch.
As the shops opened and the Catholic population ignored the devastated lots, several curious Forn Sidr with burned eyes questioned their fellows about last night. All gave the same answer: The One True God smites those too wicked to be saved, those who are willing to do Satan's will on earth, to save the salvageable. These words are followed with sad looks as the Catholic neighbors slipped from their limp grasps and returned to buisiness.
By noon, there were over eighty converts to Catholicism at the local church: Success.
Peridor gathered his men and led them onward. To the next town, to cleanse the next region, and in his hands are two books.
One, the Holy Bible, which gave him the will and faith to move onward.
The other, the Librus Domini, which gave him all the details of his chosen victims; be they at home or traveling, be they peasants or merchants.
Be they targeted for extermination, or saved for later.
How dare you pathletic little bandit. 
a man of god, a true man of god, does not lie. Perhaps your negativity is proof they are the ones telling the truth. Your attacks will all be slaughtered.
