3. Noria (Tanto628)

Noria (Tanto628)


  • Noria, Priestess of Pain

    It was a cold day in Jiyyd, the family of farmers known as the “Ticum Breeders” (proud cattle breeders) were out near the common well, filling up small buckets to bring to their beasts of beef. Bringing the buckets back and forth was a man known across Jiyyd as Mr. Ticum, he had a long red ponytail and freckles across his entire body. He was muscular but had a lawful smile as he laid his eyes upon you. His wife stood next to him while kindly playing a small set of bronze birdpipes. Her known across Jiyyd as Mrs. Ticum, she was always seen walking with her husband, helping him by playing calming melodies.
    Following the two was their daughter, a young eleven year old girl by the name of Noria, known across Jiyyd and Ompur as a kind kind girl, willing to give up anything to help another. She was fiddling around with a tunic strap which came loose as she leaned on the well and listened to his father preach about a good beef harvest next moon.
    The young woman had long black hair which reached down to her waist with a flower woven in. She wore beautiful tan robes and a small emblem of her fathers farm on her back. She smiled gently, having no flaws in her body, she was a very beautiful woman, even for a child. She had an angelic voice which was soft to the ears.
    The ground began to shake, not unusual for Jiyyd as the demons were waging war every few months against the small outpost. Noria braced herself on the well and her eyes went wide, the well cracked in two and she began to fall down a large chasm. She extended her hands to the rocky tunnel in an attempt to slow down her decent, though she just cut up her palm. About fifteen seconds after she started to fall she noticed a large red, cackling portal opening up in front of herself. Her eyes went wide as she hit it.
    Her skin was immediately burned, turning a sickly red color and started to peel. Her eyes started to dry up and become sticky, leaking a sort of gelatinous puss. Her boned felt as if they were trying to escape her body and she fainted from pain.
    She opened her eyes not too long afterwards, she body felt as if she just entered the hells, she was not too far off. She looked around, she appeared to be sitting on a large chunk of flesh, in fact the entire ground was made of flesh. The sky appeared to be raining a red liquid. She tasted it on her fingers, it was blood. As she looked around she was surrounded by creatures of her nightmares. All of them snapping their tentacles and jaws, teeth made of needles and razors.
    One of the creatures slowly slid over to her, its jaws leaking a rotten green puss and spitting it all over the girl. She sniffed it, it smelled like a mixture of vomit and urine. She gagged and puked on the ground. The creature snapped its tentacles at the Noria and held her arms down, it sat on her legs, crushing her kneecaps.
    Starting to cry she could do nothing to defend herself, her entire body was pulsing with a burning torment. She closed her eyes halfway as if the pain was going to make her pass out, though a magical bond against her brain was keeping her awake and alert.
    A man, covered in chains that pierced his skin walked up to the young woman. His hands and arms covered in runes and magical scars. He had a whip made from barbed wire across his belt and snarled at the girl.

    “You,” he spoke, echoing across the plane “The maiden has been watching your kindness and has taken up the hobby of converting you to her side”

    She couldn’t respond or even refuse, her entire body felt as if she was bathing in acid, she could only cry and scream till her lungs ruptured and she could no longer.

    “We are going to be doing things to you, altering your body and mind. You, Noria Ticum, are going to serve under Lovitars stinging rage. You are going to bring to those simple farmers children what you should have been your entire life. If you do not, the magic she gives you will fade… and you will die.”

    The man rose the whip high and lashed her a couple of times, chanting a quiet prayer to his Maiden. A large red circle was foraged magically on the ground and it began to fire small balls of searing flesh at the girl, she shook her body trying to shake out the pain. Visions flashed in her mind, awful things that haunt the body. Visions of children being hung by their innards, men and woman being tied to the back of horses and being injected with pure venom of animals. Spells torturing people, oceans of blood with souls screaming for mercy. Men and women on fire, trying to put themselves out with rocks.

    Hours of these visions passed. She was eventually teleported deep into the Barrens of Doom and Despair, she was blinded in this plane. Her eyes gauged out by wasp stingers. She heard a voice talking, she felt a tight bond in her brain, tugging and altering it.

    Four years passed, then five, then six. Eventually she was brought back to Toril by a portal in the back of the Regal Whore. She opened her eyes and was a completely different person. Her head shaved and bald, piercings across her entire body with large rings, Across her entire body she wore jewelry of barbed wire, her skin was scarred and her mind was painful. She was now a Cleric of Pain.

    ((story written in 20 minutes during school break. ^_^ sorry if it sucks compared to other dark stories. I didn’t want to get suspended 😛 ))


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