Climbing the mountain pass in winter has proved as treacherous as you imagined. Yet, your party forged on because the barony needed to be saved and you were the only one to do it. The elf scouted up ahead, but now they've disappeared amid all the white. What could have happened to them? Fanning out to search, you ran across a splotch of reddened snow... and then the pure white snow next to it came tumbling down with icy tendrils flailing. Ok, maybe this was to be much more treacherous than you imagined. Roll for Initiative. One of the oddest mimic variations, this mimic adapted to a harsh environment where winter runs long and deep. Even though the mimic became immune to the cold, It found that it stood out amid the all the white no matter what object it pretended to be. Its presence struck prey as being 'off' and with the pickings already slim, the mimic began to starve. Then, it struck on an idea, what if it could be snow itself. Once it figured this feat out, the mons

Something tore apart the bandits you've been tracking, but it's not obvious what chewed and in some cases melted them. Maybe there's a wyrmling in the area? Either way, all that remains alive in the camp is a pair of oxen burdened by their cart. Though, they are quite nonplussed given the violence that must have occurred around them. Surely these simple beasts couldn't be the case of the carnage, could they? As you ponder this, the oxen start plodding away, pulling the cart of goods with them. Trying to stop them was the logical thing to do... their yoke coming undone with twin, yawning mouths not so logical. You know what that means... initiative rolls, please. Relatively benign, for a mimic, the yoke mimic was cultivated by an industrious farmer. They didn't see the point of wasting an animal that came into their care, even a strange monstrosity such as this one. It became a valuable tool not only to get fields plowed, but also kept the animals attached to it d