The result of alchemical experimentation by insane arcanists with a penchant for oozes and jellied fruits, the cranberry ooze has a deep maroon color, with bits of fruit peel, pit stones, and the yet-undissolved parts of unfortunate victims still suspended within its form.
When I first saw one such monstrosity, it crept along the floor toward me, and I heard a distinct sucking noise. Then, without warning, a second identical ooze fell from the ceiling on my companion. His armor sizzled as it wrapped around him and he scraped at it wildly with his axe.
As the holiday season roars down upon us, your thoughts may turn to family, friends, merriment, and feasts. In other words, you foolishly believe you are safe. For, as you place the Thanksgiving roast upon the table, basking in the sounds of admiration and growling stomachs, an ancient evil arises. It opens its own chest to send forth its legions of bready minions while your attacks strike harmlessly against its wrinkled bones. Then as you gaze past the petrified wattle into glowing red eyes, it opens its beak and spews forth magma-like gravy to spell your doom.
It takes a special sort of person to work with the dead . . . and an even more special type to want to keep them resting. The Crypt-Keepers are an ancient order of reclusive sorcerers and wizards who have dedicated their efforts to securing the sleep of the dead from all that would disturb them. Most often, this manifests in the creation of numerous enchantments in and around tombs, and many an adventurer has unknowingly blundered into one of their traps. They rarely advertise their affiliation, though all of them are lawful in nature, and sometimes they journey across the land to find new tombs to protect. They tend to get insulted when treasures are removed from tombs, but at the same time, they can be very grateful when treasure is returned, and the same magic used to protect tombs can often be put to good use making other ruins and dungeons much safer. Little is known about any headquarters or branch locations they possess, though such areas are likely to be near graveyards or particularly notable tombs, yet appear to be quite ordinary from the outside. Incidentally, their order is very popular among rulers and those who wish to have their tombs protected; the Crypt-Keepers are quite happy to help, and the generous funding they get from this ensures the livelihood of their order.
This woman was once beautiful, but her bloated features are now just one horrible mask, a parody of her former self. As she nimbly emerges from the darkness, the details of her terrible transformation becomes all too evident: the tattered remains of her own burial shroud are being slowly consumed by the distorted mouth of the creature she’d turned into. The rotten tissue within the oral cavity has transmuted into a putrid mass mixed with dark blood whose stench is unbearable.
Phineas Cooperbotham was a finicky old gnome, even for a powerful wizard. He liked everything to go smoothly and got rather irate when things didn’t go as planned. So one day he set out to make sure that if something drastic did go wrong, he could fix it. In fact, he determined that if it went so wrong as to require that level of adjustment then he might as well “do it again and do it right this time.” And thus were born his Visionary Goggles.