Ooze burbled its way through the dungeon, trying to find a quiet place to puddle and feel sorry for itself.
It never got the respect it deserved. It wasn’t strong, or fast. It didn’t have huge claws or strange magics. It didn’t have a terrifying or majestic visage. But it had its own techniques.
It would lay in wait, dripping down from above or pooling to strike from below. By the time an adventurer felt the sting of acid underneath their armor, it was already too late.
But it was always that cute dope Slime that got all the attention.

“DnD Gray Ooze” by LadyofHats is marked with CC0 1.0.

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