Fiendish names

'Squaff' wrote:

and Nycaloth well, umm... from Nycal (meta)l prehaps.

Or Nyx (night).

Pale NIght wrote:

Not far from truth, Mezzoloths are lowest rank of Yugoloth evolution(Canoloth is form reserved for punisment), they are on the wery start of path of "True evil", so it is logical that their superiors are regarding them as half-beings.

Zimzarim wrote:

Hehe. The name just 'sounded right,' but I should have named 'her' something else, if only because of that fellow in Baator. Unique fiends with one-syllable names are annoying that way.

(I would probably take suggestions for appropriately evil-sounding names, in fact.)

"The glabrezu, you ask? It's true, they've got the -zu name that you'd think comes from Baator. Amnizu, barbazu, baatezu. It's the word from Infernal that most accurately names a proper baatezu devil. That's why they apply it to their own ranks. Clever lad, you. Glabrezu ain't devils at all. They're demons. So you're perfectly right to ask why in the Lady's bladed undergarments they've got a baatezu name. Those dog-headed tanar'ri aren't to be trusted. They can give you almost anything you like, to be sure, but it will always cost you tenfold what you think you can give back. That's what Asmodeus learned the hard way. Oh, you haven't heard this one? Grab another round and listen up, because I don't like to tell this story that someone might hear.

The glabrezu, y'see used to call kip in Baator. Back then, they were called lashtizu, which means "servitor devil," and they were the fiends that the Lords of the Nine would send out to the Material Plane, to be the servants of foolhardy leatherheads who thought they looked a blood's blood leading a big nasty fiend around on a leash. Lashtizu were forced to bow and scrape to mortals, and fulfill their wishes, hoping to drag their souls to the Nine Hells when they went into that good night. But I guess the Lord of the Ninth made 'em too evil and not lawful enough, because it grated on those bastards. No lashtizu wanted to play familiar to some mortal berk, some spellslinging dirtling, not when there were perfectly good mephits and imps to do that sort of thing. So they hatched a scheme.

Maybe it was the mortal archmages who helped them, who saw it as a way of striking back at the fiends that had damned their souls. Maybe it was the lashtizus' own ever-increasing power to grant wishes that they eventually learned to turn on their own. It's probably best not knowing exactly how they did it, but they did it. They turned stag on their own kind and swapped sides. Their former devilish brethren cursed them as deeply as they could, and named them glabrezu, a hateful epithet which marks them as the treasonous and odious little pikers that they are. As tanar'ri, they revel in knowing that every hapless mortal they spin into their webs is another soul that Asmodeus and his ilk won't get their finely-manicured hands on, and it makes his goatee smolder to know that they lure the most ambitious and powerful mortals to the Abyss. But the glabrezu also now savor freedom. They seethe with emotion, and gleefully watch mortals damn themselves with their foolish and base cravings, or tear them in half when the mortal sods can't hold up their end of the bargain. But no matter what they offer you, never believe that a glabrezu is your servant. That's not their job anymore.

"What does this have to do with my missing right arm? Easy. That damn sword the glabrezu gave me was a backbiter."

Agreed. I like!