"Pretty obvious why they call this spirit Green Bones. What's not so obvious, at first, is that it's a ghost rather than some ambulatory collection of moldy marrow. Green Bones likes it that way, often gathering walkin' skeletons flensed by her thorns to serve as fodder. She even makes sure they grow fungus. Devious elf this one, though, her heart used to be in the right place instead o' chunks of it floatin' in her ribcage like crystalized ruby. Used to be a hunter o' monsters, she was. Still is, but her definition o' monster has just change a bit. Sometimes, she's grindin' vampires to bits n' the next night she's endin' villagers that took too much from the forest. More menace than help. Ya all know what to do." -Fossor Carvilius Graeme Green Bones Medium undead, chaotic neutral Armor Class 13 Hit Points 71 (11d8 + 22) Speed 0ft

The first one of these terrors started off as the runt polyp of its liter. Taken in by a deranged soul, it aided in a string of brutal murders. Though, it only saw its wielder as a protector and true friend. After all, it never left an encounter famished. When its 'friend' was finally slain, the mimic wisely laid inert. It worked its way into a cook's panoply and slowly by giving visions of the woman giving into her resentment and rage. Soon enough the bloodshed began anew. Since then, its spawn has spread far and wide, and with them, a rash of normal people snapping. Some speak of a secret cult dedicated to 'the biting blades'. Let's hope that is just a rumor... Carving Mimic Ting monstrosity (shapechanger), neutral Armor Class 15(natural armor) Hit Points 82 (15d4 + 45) Speed 15 ft Str 13 Dex 17 Con 16 Int 5 Wis 15 Cha 8 Skills ntimidation +1, Stealth +7 Damage Resistan

"One might think I was never much for writin', but keeping track o' the dead was part o' my profession. Suppose it still is. This dead fella. Well, he fancies keepin' track o' the living n' making them jus as dead as he. Started out as a scribe then made fancy, illuminated tomes. Some rouges broke in to steal his work n' the vain fool tried stoppin' them. They forced him to swallow ink till he died. Weren't a pretty death neither. He makes pretty letters that slays folks tho. I'll give em that. Makes ink outta their agony too. His wells never run dry. Let's see if your swords are mightier than his pen, eh?" -Fossor Carvilius Graeme The Calligrapher Medium undead, chaotic evil Armor Class 13 Hit Points 65 (10d8 + 20) Speed 0ft Flight 40ft (hover) Str 6 Dex 18 Con 12 Int 9 Wis 16 Cha 17 Skills: Nature +2, Perception +6, Ste

Most adventurers have either encountered or heard a story of an encounter with a mimic disguised as a chest. This is so common that everyone assumes a chest might just be a mimic. Hopefully, they never run across this monstrosity. Bred and trained by The Moneylender to protect his ill-gotten fortune, these mimics take the form of high-quality chests and possess greedy souls. They horde treasure and protect it fiercely. The more booty the mimic holds, the tougher it becomes - even more so when it robs the dead. If they get too aggressive, the Moneylender sells them off to other villains to populate their castles and dungeons. Coffer Mimic Medium monstrosity (shapechanger), neutral Armor Class 12(natural armor) Hit Points 52 (7d8 + 21) Speed 15 ft Str 17 Dex 12 Con 16 Int 5 Wis 11 Cha 14 Skills Deception +4, Stealth +5 Damage Resistances poison Damage Immunities acid Condition Immunities p

"Most folks see forest gnomes as gentle souls n' I suppose this spirit started out that way. It ain't anymore, but I'd not be bringin' this to yer lot if'n it was a benevolent ghost, eh? Little more than a wee silhouette with green glowing eyes, ya can spot barbed braches brustin from its form here n' there. Rumor has it they were cast out by their druidic order. Somethin' about wantin' to embrace the natural rot o' the world. Ended up strung up on a brier to die. Die they did. Now, they want to bring death to the rest of the wood. We can't have that, can we? Be careful tho, it can change into anything risen it's seen before and back again. Makes it damn hard to stop, that it does. Worst o' all, the animals it once protected follow it in a rotten horde now. Ever fought a zombie bear? Well, yer about to." -Fossor Carvilius Graeme The Caretaker Small undead, chaotic evil Armor Class

Some mimics prefer a symbiotic relationship to a strictly predatory one. A case in point is this monstrosity that prefers the shape of an ornate vase, and not the sort for decoration alone. Oh no, this mimic will plant and tend to greenery all on its own if it has too. Not only does it find the companionship soothing, but it can also then use the plant and others as an ally of sorts in combat. That and, many adventurers discount it as a mimic out of hand because of the living thing within. More fertilizer for its leafy friends. Jardinière Mimic Medium monstrosity (shapechanger), neutral Armor Class 13(natural armor) Hit Points 65 (10d8 + 20) Speed 15 ft Str 18 Dex 11 Con 14 Int 5 Wis 16 Cha 8 Skills Nature +1, Stealth +4 Damage Resistances poison Damage Immunities acid Condition Immunities prone Senses darkvision 60 ft, passive Perception 11 Languages - Challenge

"Lady folk tend to like this fella, least till they see him up close. That's when they notice his slim, exposed ribcage and the fist-sized phase spiders crawling over 'nother within. Always known drow got a thing fer siders, but this one takes it a bit too far. Stories hold he used to be a wizard o' some sort, played at being a lady's fella n' toothless. Not literal, mind'ya. He had a pretty smile. He was also a spy for an evil drow house deep below the city. Problem was he failed in his missions a few too many times n' as punishment his people fed him live spiders till he died. Course, didn't stay dead. Never do. He don't bother his own people none, but continues to terrorize the surface. Dun know how ya feel 'bout spiders. Dun care. He needs to be laid to rest." -Fossor Carvilius Graeme The Colony Medium undead, chaotic evil Armor Class 13 Hit Points 71

There once was a mimic that snuck into the shop of a gnomish haberdasher and was immediately attracted to the hats... the terrible... crazy hats. They were so garish and adorned the mimic could not resist but take their shapes. Time and time again, it would leave on the head of a customer, devour that head, and come back for another round. Eventually, the gnome caught on and started weaving the mimic's magic into their designs. Eventually, that magic blossomed further. The mimic could create its own hat and drive others to do its bidding of sorts. The gnome didn't survive. Milliner Mimic Tiny monstrosity (shapechanger), neutral Armor Class 14(natural armor) Hit Points 52 (8d4 + 32) Speed 15 ft Str 12 Dex 17 Con 18 Int 5 Wis 13 Cha 15 Skills Stealth +7 Damage Immunities acid Condition Immunities prone Senses darkvision 60 ft, passive Perception 11 Languages -

"Some still think this orcish horror be a comely lass despite being dead, see-through green, and riddled with black veins. She's shapely I suppose. Dun wear much other than the blood-soaked bandages she died in. Different tides fer different ships 'suppose. Any rate, dun matter if she raises your mast or no, she'll infecta with her blackblood just the same. Seems she died o' her infected wounds in the sewers after escapin' the keep's dungeons. I'm sure she suffered there too given her state. Now she's a bitter thing looking to spread pain among humanfolk n' their allies. She hates orcs that truck with humans the most o' all. Beware her caress, no matter how temptin' it may be." -Fossor Carvilius Graeme The Blackblood Medium undead, chaotic evil Armor Class 12 Hit Points 82 (11d8 + 33) Speed 0ft Flight 40ft (hover) Str 8 Dex 14 C