Post by Bor'Nerty on Apr 25, 2022 18:44:06 GMT -5
The Witch and The Goblin Pirate King: The origin of Bor’Nerty
Long ago, there once was an invincible goblin pirate who roamed the seas in a small ship in constant need of repair. He would steal various parts of other vessels to add to his own monstrosity until eventually he created a fortress sized flotilla. No one could best him in a fight, but he never killed anyone, to this day, or so it was said…
Before Hthee’ Vritty became the weird and famous goblin pirate king, he was but a simple, ordinary goblin servant of a greedy and vicious witch. The very same witch also happened to be the Vicar of the Church of Light and Stone. Hthee was a captured as a baby goblin after his village was sacked during a Holy War. He had been rescued by a strange robed woman who privately called herself Mistress Madras while running her hidden coven. Although he was trained as a servant and not treated poorly, Hthee’s only payment for his service was room and board. The goblin had about as much importance as a familiar, so he believed. He was never permitted to leave the cathedral and secret lair of the coven, and often he found himself bored out of his mind. The witches’ studies and practices in the occult held in the lower private catacomb chambers were far beyond his understanding. Few ever visited the cathedral, oddly enough, so their guise was never revealed.
During one Sabbath day, Hthee awoke to three sharp thumps on the heavy wooden doors. He was all alone. Mistress Madras was away on her once a month venture to collect spell ingredients. She would be gone late into the evening and the rest of her coven were sleeping in as usual. His curiosity was killing him. He struggled to open the door, as the latch was too high for him to reach. Eventually the door cracked open, and he saw the visage of death.
A lich stood before him at the doors. Hthee was scared shitless as the seven foot skeleton wearing ancient robes and a tarnished crown reached forward with a thin white hand. It held a summoning scroll.
“For the Mistress?” Hthee barely squeaked. The glowing blue fire of the visage roared as the skeletal mouth opened. The lich hissed and nodded ominously as it dropped the scroll into the goblin’s open arms. Then, a voice of a thousand wailing souls spoke in unison. “This is payment for the gift of ... my undeath. The scale balances… to the Church of Light and Stone.” A blast of icy wind burned Hthee’s eyes as he braced against the door frame. And then it was gone.
The heavy door slammed shut. Hthee grasped the silky covering of the hand written scroll in his tiny clawed hands. He had never seen such a beautiful thing. He coveted it so much that he let no one see him hide it away in his tiny room under the stairs. He would know what this thing was if it killed him.
The days flew by. Mistress Madras never seemed to anticipate anything. She was very patient, and although true faith believers would detect her heresy and even call her out on it from time to time, she managed to do some very good things for the surrounding village, and it seemed that the reigning monarch did not care what they did behind the closed door as long as there was no fuss. She had noticed that Hthee had suddenly taken great interest in books. She silently caught him peering over a recipe book for poisons one day, struggling to put words with pictures.
On a sudden whim, she spoke a few words, and Hthee’s tiny mind opened. He could read and understand the words. She nodded and chided him as he stared in awe.
“You only needed to ask for help, Mister Vritty. However, I only ask that you use this gift wisely. What shall you do first?”
Hthee smiled and nodded appreciatively. “Heeeehehehehh Krakka…Get Gud. Smarter… Me… wait. ahem.” He stopped speaking as the spell neared completion.
“Mistress Madras, it appears you have given me the gift of intellect. I suppose the question is whether my comprehension will be useful or in the very least an asset to you? I’m inclined to say it will depend on your definition of …useful, and asset.” He blinked a few times as his eyes glazed over in new understanding.
The Mistress stood stoically in the light of the stained glass as she pondered if this had been a good idea.
“That is an acceptable enough answer I suppose, Mister Vritty. Consider it compensation for your exemplary service over the years. You have served us well without much complaint. I consider this as the least I can do, Mister Vritty, but you must know it is a gift that lesser beings rarely receive. Please do not take offence to that term. Perhaps in time I will allow you to venture out into the world to seek your fate, if you do so desire.”
Hthee’s eyes watered. “I don’t know what to say, except thank you.”
“That will suffice for now. The chambers are spotless. I have business with the Herbalist today, so the kitchen will not be used again, until late tonight. Take the rest of the day to read what you like, and from this day forth, take the two hours before bed to study, as long as your chores are completed.”
The goblin could cry. As the days flew by, he read everything he could get his tiny hands on in the first week. He figured out what bookmarks were for, and his understanding of how the world worked was broadened as knowledge from cultures far and wide filled his mind. No one interrupted him.
Hthee loved anatomy and astrology, and he tried eating up every book he could find on the occult. He glazed over mathematics and science and focused on music theory and poetry in the short time he had. The days continued, and he remained dutiful in his work. The mistress had seemed to have forgotten about the missing delivery. It was as if she suspected nothing was amiss. But he knew he had to wait until the day she left to open the scroll. Until then he’d learn everything he could about magic in one week.
The spell that Mistress Madras used had been high level, and meant to affect the target’s physical structure for higher learning capacity. This meant that Hthee had memorized the contents of an entire library in the span of around a month. Then it was the night the mistress would leave for the black market. She would return late in the next day.
The goblin had respect for magic. He never aspired to becoming a warlock or even a shaman, as his culture would permit. But before he knew it, he was reading the scroll out loud.
A succubus had been summoned. She wasn’t much larger than Hthee, but she seemed to soak in her surroundings as she took in the goblin’s small space.
“Call me ISSTH, goblin. Well well. I was expecting a haggard old spinster or a gangly ass weirdy-beard wizard. I…. never… ssssuspected a charming little imp like you!”
Hthee’s eyes were as large as saucepans. She had appeared before him provocatively, wearing next to nothing as she gently touched his rough skin. She didn’t seem to mind he was ugly as a toad.
“Did you summon me for a little fun, little fellow?” her laugh was intoxicating as he, a creature that had never known love, had become enamored with her. The demoness was seducing him quickly. Hthee could only nod like a dope as he began to experience pleasure beyond the grasp of most mortals.
“Hahahhahhahhhhhha!!!!! Oh my!” She exclaimed, “So many surprises today…heheh, Say there, big fella… let’s make a little deal to help each other out. Give me children and I will grant you immortal life, so you can be there for them when they need you.”
This seemed like a more than reasonable plan, to be carried out in the rest of the afternoon.
The next day’s bell did not ring. Yes, that was Hthee’s job as well.
The Mistress was slightly displeased, but when she found the goblin and the succubus together, her mood became very dark.
“What treachery is this? Is this how you repay my kindness?” Issth was already showing. Strange magic was afoot.
Hthee couldn’t speak, for once. The deed had been done. The demoness known as Issth had given her name away to him already. She belonged to Hthee, and she would be bound to him for eternity unless he released her willingly. The witch would not have this in her lair. She took a few minutes to think.
“Fine. I have decided. Here is what we will do.”
Her voice was quiet as she spoke with a cold anger, directly to a very embarrassed goblin who was still having trouble expressing shame “This little tart will carry your spawn, goblin. You will be responsible for bringing these… children into the world.” She turned to the demon, “But the firstborn child of the brood will take your place by my side as payment for your acts here. I will raise the child as my only heir, and they will know the ways of science and faith… as well as the black and forbidden arts.”
The succubus frowned but slowly realized what this could mean. She would take advantage of the situation. Issth’s eyes fluttered as she chose her words carefully.
“Agreed. We will return with the child, I suppose. There is one condition, however. From this moment on, I will never serve a spell caster ever again.”
Mistress Mardras nodded in agreement. “Very well. I grant you both the freedom to do as you like. However, neither of you are to return to this place ever again after the child has been delivered safely. Know that he or she will be safer here than anywhere else in the realm. You will never know them unless they seek you out. That is the true price of your betrayal.”
The goblin shrugged carelessly. Hthee never really considered himself father material to begin with. He had all the time in the world now, and he could always make amends later.
“Huh. Oh well. Maybe I’ll get a boat.”
Mistress Madras was very suspicious of the goblin’s readiness to agree with this. “Whatever deal you have made with this creature, what you just gave up… I really hope it was worth it.”
Hthee was sent out with his meager possessions and the scroll. He would no longer be welcome at the Church of Light and Stone.
The succubus followed the goblin everywhere. After the brood was spawned, the first tiefling child born would be called Bor’Nerty. Per the agreement, he was delivered to the cathedral to become Mistress Madras’s disciple.
The duo had a few adventures on the high seas. The years would pass, and Hthee and his demon wife spent many of them pillaging the merchant ships of every sea they sailed. A day did arrive when he destroyed the scroll to fully release his bride. She would stay in touch.
Meanwhile, the infernal goblin was taught everything that the matron knew, including what was meant for his father. He was gifted even beyond his species, and even had a natural affinity for all forms magic and trickery. Bor’Nerty never sought out his father… but he did reunite with is mother regularly in the third circle of hell, to continue his education.
The Matron of the Church of Light and Stone was rumored to have become a lich herself, but that is only hearsay.
In time, Bor'Nerty gained so much influence throughout the underworld, his name became synonymous with fencing cursed artifacts within the circles of hell.
Long ago, there once was an invincible goblin pirate who roamed the seas in a small ship in constant need of repair. He would steal various parts of other vessels to add to his own monstrosity until eventually he created a fortress sized flotilla. No one could best him in a fight, but he never killed anyone, to this day, or so it was said…
Before Hthee’ Vritty became the weird and famous goblin pirate king, he was but a simple, ordinary goblin servant of a greedy and vicious witch. The very same witch also happened to be the Vicar of the Church of Light and Stone. Hthee was a captured as a baby goblin after his village was sacked during a Holy War. He had been rescued by a strange robed woman who privately called herself Mistress Madras while running her hidden coven. Although he was trained as a servant and not treated poorly, Hthee’s only payment for his service was room and board. The goblin had about as much importance as a familiar, so he believed. He was never permitted to leave the cathedral and secret lair of the coven, and often he found himself bored out of his mind. The witches’ studies and practices in the occult held in the lower private catacomb chambers were far beyond his understanding. Few ever visited the cathedral, oddly enough, so their guise was never revealed.
During one Sabbath day, Hthee awoke to three sharp thumps on the heavy wooden doors. He was all alone. Mistress Madras was away on her once a month venture to collect spell ingredients. She would be gone late into the evening and the rest of her coven were sleeping in as usual. His curiosity was killing him. He struggled to open the door, as the latch was too high for him to reach. Eventually the door cracked open, and he saw the visage of death.
A lich stood before him at the doors. Hthee was scared shitless as the seven foot skeleton wearing ancient robes and a tarnished crown reached forward with a thin white hand. It held a summoning scroll.
“For the Mistress?” Hthee barely squeaked. The glowing blue fire of the visage roared as the skeletal mouth opened. The lich hissed and nodded ominously as it dropped the scroll into the goblin’s open arms. Then, a voice of a thousand wailing souls spoke in unison. “This is payment for the gift of ... my undeath. The scale balances… to the Church of Light and Stone.” A blast of icy wind burned Hthee’s eyes as he braced against the door frame. And then it was gone.
The heavy door slammed shut. Hthee grasped the silky covering of the hand written scroll in his tiny clawed hands. He had never seen such a beautiful thing. He coveted it so much that he let no one see him hide it away in his tiny room under the stairs. He would know what this thing was if it killed him.
The days flew by. Mistress Madras never seemed to anticipate anything. She was very patient, and although true faith believers would detect her heresy and even call her out on it from time to time, she managed to do some very good things for the surrounding village, and it seemed that the reigning monarch did not care what they did behind the closed door as long as there was no fuss. She had noticed that Hthee had suddenly taken great interest in books. She silently caught him peering over a recipe book for poisons one day, struggling to put words with pictures.
On a sudden whim, she spoke a few words, and Hthee’s tiny mind opened. He could read and understand the words. She nodded and chided him as he stared in awe.
“You only needed to ask for help, Mister Vritty. However, I only ask that you use this gift wisely. What shall you do first?”
Hthee smiled and nodded appreciatively. “Heeeehehehehh Krakka…Get Gud. Smarter… Me… wait. ahem.” He stopped speaking as the spell neared completion.
“Mistress Madras, it appears you have given me the gift of intellect. I suppose the question is whether my comprehension will be useful or in the very least an asset to you? I’m inclined to say it will depend on your definition of …useful, and asset.” He blinked a few times as his eyes glazed over in new understanding.
The Mistress stood stoically in the light of the stained glass as she pondered if this had been a good idea.
“That is an acceptable enough answer I suppose, Mister Vritty. Consider it compensation for your exemplary service over the years. You have served us well without much complaint. I consider this as the least I can do, Mister Vritty, but you must know it is a gift that lesser beings rarely receive. Please do not take offence to that term. Perhaps in time I will allow you to venture out into the world to seek your fate, if you do so desire.”
Hthee’s eyes watered. “I don’t know what to say, except thank you.”
“That will suffice for now. The chambers are spotless. I have business with the Herbalist today, so the kitchen will not be used again, until late tonight. Take the rest of the day to read what you like, and from this day forth, take the two hours before bed to study, as long as your chores are completed.”
The goblin could cry. As the days flew by, he read everything he could get his tiny hands on in the first week. He figured out what bookmarks were for, and his understanding of how the world worked was broadened as knowledge from cultures far and wide filled his mind. No one interrupted him.
Hthee loved anatomy and astrology, and he tried eating up every book he could find on the occult. He glazed over mathematics and science and focused on music theory and poetry in the short time he had. The days continued, and he remained dutiful in his work. The mistress had seemed to have forgotten about the missing delivery. It was as if she suspected nothing was amiss. But he knew he had to wait until the day she left to open the scroll. Until then he’d learn everything he could about magic in one week.
The spell that Mistress Madras used had been high level, and meant to affect the target’s physical structure for higher learning capacity. This meant that Hthee had memorized the contents of an entire library in the span of around a month. Then it was the night the mistress would leave for the black market. She would return late in the next day.
The goblin had respect for magic. He never aspired to becoming a warlock or even a shaman, as his culture would permit. But before he knew it, he was reading the scroll out loud.
A succubus had been summoned. She wasn’t much larger than Hthee, but she seemed to soak in her surroundings as she took in the goblin’s small space.
“Call me ISSTH, goblin. Well well. I was expecting a haggard old spinster or a gangly ass weirdy-beard wizard. I…. never… ssssuspected a charming little imp like you!”
Hthee’s eyes were as large as saucepans. She had appeared before him provocatively, wearing next to nothing as she gently touched his rough skin. She didn’t seem to mind he was ugly as a toad.
“Did you summon me for a little fun, little fellow?” her laugh was intoxicating as he, a creature that had never known love, had become enamored with her. The demoness was seducing him quickly. Hthee could only nod like a dope as he began to experience pleasure beyond the grasp of most mortals.
“Hahahhahhahhhhhha!!!!! Oh my!” She exclaimed, “So many surprises today…heheh, Say there, big fella… let’s make a little deal to help each other out. Give me children and I will grant you immortal life, so you can be there for them when they need you.”
This seemed like a more than reasonable plan, to be carried out in the rest of the afternoon.
The next day’s bell did not ring. Yes, that was Hthee’s job as well.
The Mistress was slightly displeased, but when she found the goblin and the succubus together, her mood became very dark.
“What treachery is this? Is this how you repay my kindness?” Issth was already showing. Strange magic was afoot.
Hthee couldn’t speak, for once. The deed had been done. The demoness known as Issth had given her name away to him already. She belonged to Hthee, and she would be bound to him for eternity unless he released her willingly. The witch would not have this in her lair. She took a few minutes to think.
“Fine. I have decided. Here is what we will do.”
Her voice was quiet as she spoke with a cold anger, directly to a very embarrassed goblin who was still having trouble expressing shame “This little tart will carry your spawn, goblin. You will be responsible for bringing these… children into the world.” She turned to the demon, “But the firstborn child of the brood will take your place by my side as payment for your acts here. I will raise the child as my only heir, and they will know the ways of science and faith… as well as the black and forbidden arts.”
The succubus frowned but slowly realized what this could mean. She would take advantage of the situation. Issth’s eyes fluttered as she chose her words carefully.
“Agreed. We will return with the child, I suppose. There is one condition, however. From this moment on, I will never serve a spell caster ever again.”
Mistress Mardras nodded in agreement. “Very well. I grant you both the freedom to do as you like. However, neither of you are to return to this place ever again after the child has been delivered safely. Know that he or she will be safer here than anywhere else in the realm. You will never know them unless they seek you out. That is the true price of your betrayal.”
The goblin shrugged carelessly. Hthee never really considered himself father material to begin with. He had all the time in the world now, and he could always make amends later.
“Huh. Oh well. Maybe I’ll get a boat.”
Mistress Madras was very suspicious of the goblin’s readiness to agree with this. “Whatever deal you have made with this creature, what you just gave up… I really hope it was worth it.”
Hthee was sent out with his meager possessions and the scroll. He would no longer be welcome at the Church of Light and Stone.
The succubus followed the goblin everywhere. After the brood was spawned, the first tiefling child born would be called Bor’Nerty. Per the agreement, he was delivered to the cathedral to become Mistress Madras’s disciple.
The duo had a few adventures on the high seas. The years would pass, and Hthee and his demon wife spent many of them pillaging the merchant ships of every sea they sailed. A day did arrive when he destroyed the scroll to fully release his bride. She would stay in touch.
Meanwhile, the infernal goblin was taught everything that the matron knew, including what was meant for his father. He was gifted even beyond his species, and even had a natural affinity for all forms magic and trickery. Bor’Nerty never sought out his father… but he did reunite with is mother regularly in the third circle of hell, to continue his education.
The Matron of the Church of Light and Stone was rumored to have become a lich herself, but that is only hearsay.
In time, Bor'Nerty gained so much influence throughout the underworld, his name became synonymous with fencing cursed artifacts within the circles of hell.