Session 47-B: Found Family

## Key Plot Developments

Graz’zt has promised to enhance Glyn’s abilities and welcome him into his fiendish family by turning him into a demon. He tells Glyn that this natural process would be tortuous, but he doesn’t want to torture Glyn. Instead, he takes him to what looks like a cross between a demonic massage parlor and opium den full of wishing pools swirling with elements, ruby-red staircases, and other fineries. There, Glyn begins to experience true excess.

He hallucinates about being better than his friends, his family, his rivals.

He begins drinking wines, potions, and unknown substances.

He begins to eat—some human flesh, some gnoll, some goblin—

He feels a bit of pain as he digests the feasts, but the pain feels satisfying.

Chaos suffuses itself to his being.

Still dazed, he’s led to a new chamber. He hallucinates as he enters a pod. Vapors surround him as he begins to deeply feel his desires—to punish those who have wronged him, to wreak vengeance on Nicholas Ice Cream, to murder Grampus the gnome, to see his enemies become feeble, and to take Drigglezub for himself.

As the transformation is complete, Glyn is no longer a goblin. He’s a half-fiend. He’s taller, older, and stronger. He’s chaotic. He’s evil.

The new Glyn goes to Graz’zt for approval. Graz’zt tests Glyn by having him arm-wrestle Verin; Glyn feels these fiendish powers rippling through him. Graz’zt approvingly introduces Glyn to the concept of soul coins, artifacts normally used by devils to capture the souls of those who have signed a contract with them. Graz’zt uses them to go to other planes and bind unwilling spirits to his service. Since Graz’zt represented Trix in his devilish trial, and he wants to please Lady Zariel, the trial’s presiding judge, he owes the devils 1,000 goblin souls. He relieves Glyn of his gnoll-slaying duties, since dealing with the will of Baator takes precedence.

Glyn, reveling in his newfound power, is gifted demonic full-plate armor and told to travel with Rule-of-Three to the Endless Battlefield, the typical goblin afterlife, to “save” the goblin souls from the torment of perpetual warfare by turning them into soul coins. Glyn is convinced that servitude to Baator or indulgence in Azzagrat is preferable to eternal fighting.

Glyn and ROT warp from Azzagrat to the battlefield, a limbo of city, country, and planet-sized cubes full of embattled spirits. Glyn, scrying for goblin souls, is drawn to a goblin enclave on one of the extraplanar cubes—and finds his old clanmate, Pyrite.

Pyrite, who looks around 40 years old, has dominated a group of goblins, wargs, and hobgoblins in the afterlife. She’s achieved the chiefdom she long desired. A feared and respected leader, she inspires fierce loyalty in her new clan. Her hook horror, fully grown, has joined her in this afterlife. Her calls her new group Clan Demonbane.

ROT, Graz’zt’s ambassador, attempts to fool Pyrite to letting her guard down, but is unsuccessful. He’s quickly captured, bound, and searched for magical weapons. Glyn, unperturbed, follows him.

Pyrite doesn’t recognize Glyn. He’s now over six feet tall with purple eyes and grayish-purple skin. When Glyn introduces himself, she’s shocked and offended. She refuses Glyn’s offers and concludes that Glyn must be still cursed by Annarei. As if on cue, Annarei, sent by Graz’zt as backup, reveals herself and Suortin. The pair ambush, charm, drain, and kill Pyrite’s guards.

Pyrite remembers how her clan was massacred by Belak the Outcast and the Knitting Club Heroes as history repeats itself. Glyn frees ROT and reveals his new demonic wings. Pyrite, pushed to the breaking point as her new clan is killed and forced into soul coins, polymorphs herself into a facsimile of the Demogorgon (a two-headed monster Pyrite), but it’s not enough. As Suortin, Annarei, and Glyn surround Pyrite, ROT sucks up more goblin souls.

Annarei, dismissive towards Pyrite’s rampage, banishes the goblin so she has a minute to flirt with the demonic Glyn. When Pyrite returns, she blazes with arcane power and summons every ounce of willpower to survive—but, again, it’s not enough. Glyn nearly kills her with a thrust of his glaive, which triggers her contingency spell. She teleports away, bereft of her found family. To add insult to injury, the four demons (Glyn, ROT, Suortin, and Annarei) steal her hook horror’s soul.

The hunters resolve to capture Pyrite. Pyrite, alone, cries.

## Memorable Quotes

* **Rule-of-Three:** Lord Glyn…you are looking well.
* **Glyn:** Rule-of-Three. I am feeling….well!
* **Rule-of-Three:** I am pleased. Not everyone who goes through this process comes out looking as you do.
* **Glyn:** Maybe because not everyone who goes through this is Lord Glyn.

**Graz’zt:** Well, well, well. GLYN! Look at you!!

**Graz’zt:** I have nearly everything that I want Glyn, but there’s something that’s missing. Something that would fill out this space quite nicely. Do you know what that would be, Glyn?

* **Glyn:** She made the Demogorgon bleed…
* **Graz’zt:** I hate that guy. You know he calls himself the prince of all demons?
* **Glyn:** But you’re already the dark prince.
* **Graz’zt:** I KNOW! We already had a thing! What a dick!
* **Glyn:** And his cultists are gross!

**Rule-of-Three:** Let me advise you on what to expect on the endless battlefield--the infernal battlefield. The goblin afterlife. The fallen are resurrected after a while, stripping away their sanity. Over time, the damned soul will shrink, body and mind, until it is nearly a husk…THAT is what would have been your fate, Lord Glyn. If anything, by taking the goblins away from there, we are saving them from that dreadful final rest.

**Rule-of-Three**: Excuse me! I am a gith traveler. I appear to have lost my way? Is there anybody here?

* **Rule-of-Three:** When I am able to contact my people again, I shall provide you with psionic weaponry.
* **Pyrite:** You have access to plane shift?
* **Rule-of-Three:** Only once a day.
* **Pyrite:** …GET THEM!

**Pyrite:** SHORT EARS?

* **Glyn:** Rule-of-Three! I thought you liked being tied up.
* **Rule-of-Three:** Fair game…

* **Pyrite:** What are you doing here?
* **Glyn:** I’m here to save some goblins.
* **Pyrite**: Either help ALL of us, or none of us…
* **Glyn:** Pyrite, of COURSE I’ll help all of you!

**Glyn:** A lot has changed since we saw each other last. Everyone else is doing okay!…except for maybe Pix.

* **Pyrite:** How’d you die?
* **Glyn:** Fucking spiders.
* **Pyrite:** Fucking bugs!
* **Glyn:** Those motherfucking bugs! Pyrite let me tell you how much I hate bugs! They swarm all over you, not giving you time to rest, and then BOOM, they fucking pop up and kill you!
* **Pyrite:** Fucking cowards!

* **Pyrite:** Lord Glyn? What are you lord of?
* **Glyn:** Huh.. that’s a funny story.

* **Glyn:** Remember when you fought the Demogorgon? Made him bleed?
* **Pyrite**: Yeah.
* **Glyn:** See, that aligns with our interests really well.

* **Glyn:** Come with me. I mean, how can a clan function without its chief?
* **Pyrite:** I thought you all could handle it. At least until you found me.
* **Glyn:** And here I am.

* **Long-Ears:** My masterrrrr.
* **Glyn:** Good to see you, my friend.
* **Long-Ears:** Good to see you, too. What are we doing here?
* **Glyn:** Saving some goblins.
* **Long-Ears:** Oooh, goody.

**Miss Anna (to a hobgoblin):** I’m so glad I’ve found you! They’ve been tricking you! You need to kill them all…especially that one.

* **Pyrite:** I know you’d come here. I knew it was you, I KNEW IT WAS YOU!
* **Miss Anna:** Haha! Don’t tease me.

* **Glyn (killing a hobgoblin from a distance):** Oh NO! He’s getting away. Pop, never mind!
* **Long-Ears:** Hahaha! GOOD one, Lord Glyn! I get the next!

* **Goblin: C**lan Demonbane will NEVER yield!
* **Glyn:** We’ll just have to make you then.

* **Miss Anna:** I like getting to fly with you!
* **Glyn:** I missed you, Anna.

**Glyn:** Hey, Pickles…what’s the point, huh? Wanna lose some more?

* **Glyn:** She looks pretty pissed, huh?
* **Miss Anna**: I didn’t think she could get worse-looking?
* **Glyn:** Think we should give her some time to cool off?

* **Miss Anna:** Glyyyn…a little pain is good, but too much spoils the pleasure, right?
* **Glyn:** Pyrite, I think you need to calm down a little.
* **Pyrite:** GLLLLAAAAAAAGH!

**Long-Ears:** A FEAST! A veritable feast!

**Glyn:** Oh, Pyrite, looks like I made you bleed.

* **Rule-of-Three:** So it appears everything is handled?
* **Glyn:** Yeah, I think things will be wrapped up pretty soon.
* **Rule-of-Three:** Excellent.. [sucks up goblin soul]. This one will be safe now.

* **Glyn:** Is this what you like about this place? Having your whole clan knocked out in 20 seconds?
* **Pyrite: T**hey’ll be back!

**Miss Anna:** Doesn’t the smell of blood turn you on?

* **Glyn:** Suortin! I can understand you!
* **Suortin:** Yeah! In the afterlife, language isn’t much of a barrier!

* **Glyn:** Can you charm Pyrite?
* **Miss Anna:** I can certainly try!
* **Glyn:** You certainly charmed me, Miss Anna…
* **Suortin:** I can charm her blood to spit out!

* **Long-Ears:** AHH! IT BURNS! THIS IS REMINISCENT OF SOMETHING ELSE, MY LORD!
* **Glyn:** Don’t be silly, Long-Ears. It feels a little good, doesn’t it?
* **Long-Ears:** I— maybe…It does, my lord. Hmmmm. NNNNNGGHH. IT HURTS REALLY GOOD!!
* **Rule-of-Three:** An astounding success. Looks like we got ourselves a good two dozen goblins just like that! And that only took, what, three minutes?

* **Glyn:** Fucking….she disappeared! After all that BULLSHIT!
* **Suortin:** I still have some of her blood.
* **Rule-of-Three:** You know what we could do? We could hunt…
* **Miss Anna:** It’s been too long, don’t you think?
* **Glyn:** Yeah. Why don’t we hunt Pyrite down?