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[Talon Lord Othrim]

Her swipe connects but the Skaven is dead. "This will not be alone. A scout. You should move."

[CattyVixen]

Naomi poke on the corpse with the staff..
"So you mean we can't stay here and cook this smelly thing?" she says and sounds disappointed.
"Well, we better start moving then." She starts walking in a random direction.

"So, why do you want to go to this place? Have someone long-lost love there you want to visit?
Or do you want to put me into another 'sticky' situation?" she say and starts laughing to herself!

As she walks through the marsh, she uses her power to clear the fog in her way.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

For several hours she walks, the ground becomes more stable underfoot and the shrowded darkness of the downs lessens to the brightness of day. The desheveled city of Mordenheim stands in the distance. Smoke billowing from variouse chimmnys. The view almost as opressive as the downs it'self. A group of murmuring men walking the high road approach. some whip themselves, others drag huge pieces of wood behind them.

[CattyVixen]

"They must be insane! What are they doing?" Naomi says loud to her staff.
"Why did we go here again, this doesn't look like a fun place!?" She starts to be on a really bad mood.

She goes to the side of the road, stabs down the staff in the ground and cross her arms in front of her.
"I'm not going anywhere until you have explained yourself!" She says and look at the staff...

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"Tell me," the voice crooned, "What do you want from life? To live in a hole, hidden away from the world or to become the mistress of your fate and take the power you deserve. Never to be overlooked again. Your parents, even they cast you aside as a freak. Why do you think they sent you away from them? You could show them just how powerful you really are. You can show them all? Or, you can hide, back in your hut. It's your choise."

[CattyVixen]

"Aww! You know me to well!" She says and a smile plays on her lips.
She takes up the staff again and continue her walk towards the town.
She looks at the group of men while walking, count them, and she wondering if she can help them hit themselves harder somehow, if they now enjoy the whips so much...
*If they do it for Sigmar, then I have problem... If they do it for Chaos, I guess I have more trouble then...* She thinks while going through the excitement of meeting flagellants.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

As Naomi approached the flagellants she could hear their chants. They are purifying themselves in the name of Sigmar to atone for their sins. She feels almost sick to the stomach everytime she hears his name.

"Do something about it then my dear, show them the error of their ways."

[CattyVixen]

Naomi observes the Flagellants. When she hear the name of Sigmar she thinks back to her young years.

The first time she discover her 'gift'. It was at the dinner-table. She didn't wanted to say grace to Sigmar!
She refused. Her mother was not kind. She discovered she had a 'gift' right in the middle of that 'argument'.

She didn't hate Sigmar back then. She just didn't want to say grace to him once more thanks to that she had forgotten a little unnecessary word in the first grace.

"If they don't shut-up right now I will throw up!"

They didn't shut-up..

"Shut-up! I'm trying to talk with my staff here!" She yells to them. Really annoyed that they put her thoughts back to her youth.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

One of the men looks over to her. His long dirty hair and beard matted, chains hang from him and across his back a large board.

"You! you! you have the taint of the unholy about you. BuRn ThE HeReTiC!!"

He rushes towards her swinging a chunk of wood on a chain.

[CattyVixen]

"Hey! I'm not the smelly one here! Dare to accuse me for such madness!?" Naomi screams to him.
"That was definitely not polite! Now you made me really mad. I'm not a Heretic! How dare you?"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The madman clearly insane whips the board at her,

[spoiler=Fanatic Attack]1d100 rolled for a total of: 47 (47)[/spoiler]

[CattyVixen]

[spoiler=Defense]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 76 (76)
[/spoiler] 
As the madman come close to Naomi she steps to the side and let the board swing past her.

As for the accusation of her being a Heretic, she's definitely not happy. Impolite crazy people thinks they are better then anyone else just because they think they have Sigmar's eyes on them or pain in them.
But Naomi knows better.

"You like beating yourself? Let me help you! Sticky, attack!"
She try to hit him with her staff.

[spoiler=Attack]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 2 (2)

Oh... Frak... ^^ Well.. Sticky didn't like it's name apperantly...
[/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Critical Fail!!

The fanatic with suprising speed stops the swing mid flow and holds the staff in an iron grip. He wrenches it from her grasp and thows it aside.

"You stink of corruption wench and I shall absolve you of your vile ways."

Spinning the chain he swings with the intention of tangling her legs.

[spoiler=Fanatic Attack]1d100 rolled for a total of: 36 (36)[/spoiler]

[CattyVixen]

[spoiler=Defense]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 13 (13)
[/spoiler] 
As Naomi is busy trying to get her staff back, she does not see the obvious attack. The chain entangle her legs, and she falls to the ground. She tries to get up, but the chain still holds a tight grip around her legs.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

With a whoop the fanatic desends upon her, using his weight to try and pin her whilst he tries to bind her hands.

[spoiler=Fanatic Grappling]1d100 rolled for a total of: 84 (84)[/spoiler]

[CattyVixen]

[spoiler=Defense]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 3 (3)

What's wrong with your dices? I want new dices!
[/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

With suprising strength the fanatic loops the chains about her hands and try as she might she cant shake him or the bonds loose. Desperation begins to creep into her. He grabs her and lifts her up to her feet and lears in her face. His breath rank. "We is gonna burn you BiT......." Thunder!

His head explodes to the right, a spray of blood and bone. His hands, a death grip on her. The sound of the shot still ringing in her ears. Slowly his grip loosens and his body falls. As she looks a figure stands down the road some way away to the left of her. It's outstreched pistol still smoking.

[spoiler=Newcomer][/spoiler]

The other fanatics wail and cry out but the newcomer walks forward unfazed by them.

[CattyVixen]

After Naomi has gotten up on her feet and brushed off the dust from her, she pick up the staff and looked at the newcomer.
"That was not necessary, but thank you anyway!" She says. Even though she assumed that this was no better at all then the Flagellants, she was still appreciating that she didn't got burned right there...
"So, what can I do for you? I guess you didn't do it for the fun of killing a crazy madmen?" She continues.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The figure walks towards you. "Those seeking the light of Blessed Sigmar often see darkness everywere else." Most of his face is covered [as per pic] and his tone low, calm.

"Sticky no likey." It's tone a contiouse dig at her earlier comment.

As she looked the stranger over she could clearly see the wax seals of the Inquisition on his pouldrens. This was an Ordo sanctioned Witch Hunter!!

"You were better off with the zelot, this one is a true 'believer'"

[CattyVixen]

"Yes, I figured that out." Naomi says to answer the Witch-Hunters statement, and Sticky's warning at the same time.
"So what can I do for you?" She asks once more. "You saved my life, and I guess I owe you something for that. How about I take you out for some food?" She says while poking the dead Flagellant with her staff and mild interest.