On Mordheim: yes, there are no female Chaos archetypes in Mordheim, but this is isn’t a playthrough; instead what we have here is an imaginative work, a work inspired by Mordheim as I play it .
I’ll be the first to tell you, my starshine, that Burnhurst was empty of those Rikers who love to hunt Cultist, but let me also tell you, I was suspicious. The yocals were too nice, too calm, too collected, so instead of summoning some hellfire, I started one in the temple where they were hiding.
“I like fire,” said Grak, watching the fire eat the aged wood of the temple’s backdoor.
“Play with it baby,” I flirted to ignite his fuel. And because I did, he took a burning log to the corner of the wooden edifice, setting fire to it.
“I want some,” said ugly Lum, not waiting for an invite. He took his flaming chunk to the southwest corner, set it against the holy edifice, and stepped back to admire his work. It was then that I began activating my chaos ritual, calling the demon Y’solztu to spread the fire with an unfortunate wind shift. And let me tell you, the chant worked. Suddenly the wind shifted to northeast, spreading the flames to the bewilderment to the simple folk who lived inside.
“Come out,” I ordered them, “and none will burn to death. By Y’solztu, I hearby swear it!”
A few lanky souls issued forth, but they were rounded up Zak, and made to kneel before his brutal battle axe. “Women, reveal your sex to me, or I will behead you afore the gods of Chaos!” At this, the sobbing women, married and virginal, undid their laces and let their swollen sex fall out of their tops.
“Tardy of sin,” he yelled at a particularly big titted one, so he whirled his axe and mistakenly sundered her left limb from her arm. He looked, laughed, and reloaded his aim. This time the woman’s head rolled across the street to wagon. The horses neighed gently, taking no other note.
“You,” Lum said to a young virginal, “come to me, or you die.”
Her parents wept some bitter tears, but I turned my eyes back to the engulfed temple. We had done a service for Chaos, may the demon rulers celebrate this night of vengeance.
I watched as Lum grunted his best into the virgin, tied her hands together, and bade her walk before us as a Crimson Woman. For spite he took her left ear, put it in his mouth, and did give suck. She wailed in horror and pain as the temple crashed down, sending sparks to the heavens.
This was indeed a night for Chaos.
This was my night of meeting Y’solztu, my demon lord.
