"You have allowed your race to be known by the Others, foul one... From this day on, you are no longer a Watcher."

"You have denied your duties on more than one occasion, and for this, you shall be cursed to forever hold the shame of the Ancient Bindings. Come forth with the Master Ring!"

The decree of the Tribunal was followed by the magic of the Order, calling upon the Master Ring. A foot wide ring that would un-burrow from within the shamed one's back, attaching itself to the ribcage of its host. This would be the foundation for all other bindings that would follow.

"You have healed with sick with power learned through duty, and for this, your left hand shall be made as an example of your foul ways. Master Ring, come forth with the chains!"

The Order called upon the Master Ring to bind the shamed one's left arm to his side at the elbow. His hand being chained to his sternum at the wrist.

"You have walked with the Others, and for this most horrible act, you shall be removed of your power to walk at all! Master Ring, bring forth the chains!"

The Order called upon the Master Ring to bind the shamed one's feet. Two hooks sprouted from the backs of his thighs before launching themselves out, and piercing the Achilles Tendons at the ankle. His feet were pulled back as the chained hooks retracted. Once his toes were pointing to the ground, ten more smaller hooks formed and shot out to stab each tiny digit. The shamed one's boots dissolved soon after.

"You have eaten the food of the Others, and oh how foul you have become for it. As punishment, and a constant reminder... This Tribunal has decided that you shall now be forced to live off of the pain and suffering that you hated to see the Others go through."

The shamed one would no longer consume food or drink, but pain and suffering.

"Further punishment shall follow... You will be removed of your eyelids, so that you may be forever watching, and to remind you of your shame. As you have talked with the Others, your mouth shall be destroyed, and rebuilt to that more suiting of such a horrid beast. And your posture shall be made forever into the stance of the Watcher."

The Order called upon the Master Ring to destroy the shamed one's mouth. Two large hooks shot from the ring, up and around until they broke through his teeth and began stretching his cheeks back... past the point imaginable for mere flesh, though it remained intact through the magic of the Bindings. His teeth re-grew, as pointed chaotically positioned fangs... His lips mouth was now quite wide... And as the final step, his eyelids were flash-burned from his head.

The Order still keeps their clutches on the shamed one, and present him with new bindings as they see fit.