Hag Eye Ooze

Part of my mandate here at TDB is to make you fall a little in love with each and every Bestiary monster.  But certain monsters can be hard to drum up enthusiasm for—oozes in particular.  Once you start getting oozes made of gunpowder that splurt out flaming gobs of themselves, you start to feel like you’ve hit the limit for what oozes can be.

Not so with the hag eye ooze, though—because the hag eye ooze is a brilliant idea.  I mean, of course not all hags are going to trust their sisters or their minions with their precious hag eye stones.  What if they lost it?  What if they’re slain?  That’s a lot of trust to dole out.  Why not instead spend a little extra time in the hag eye enchantment process cooking up a minion goopy minion to bear the artifact?  Especially one that’s instinctively shy and stealthy in the bargain.  That’s the best use for an enchanted cauldron since boiling children and raising armies of the undead, right?

Remnants of a tribe of sprites beg the Big Folk for help. A slimy monstrosity has been tormenting them, oozing into their homes and devouring them no matter how many times they relocate.  Now reduced to half their number, the fey seek salvation—and answers.  The culprit is a hag eye ooze under the control of a malicious green hag.  She has been consolidating power throughout her dismal wood; tormenting the sprites was just an enjoyable sideshow.

Adventurers make an enemy of a hag in wintertime.  The next time they are camped out of doors, the hag sends her cold-immune ooze through the snow to douse the adventurers’ campfire—with its flame-resistant body, if necessary—so that they either freeze to death outright or are softened up for the local bugbears.

Slirrup was an ordinary hag eye ooze—until the day the alchemist it had been set to spy upon spotted it instead.   The slimy creature found itself forced into a bottle and experimented upon for months. Eventually, Slirrup’s creator tracked down the alchemist, slaying him. Her wayward ooze, however, was forever changed by the experience, the experiments having gifted it with physical power and a crude intelligence (per the Advanced simple template).   Slirrup still follows its mistress’s commands, but is restless and resentful in the manner of a neglected pet.

Pathfinder Adventure Path #72 86–87 & Pathfinder Bestiary 5 140

PAP #72 also features the coven ooze, which is what happens when a hag eye ooze eats its dead mistresses.   (Answer: It grows to Large size, gains rudimentary intelligence, and generally becomes a flesh-absorbing monstrosity.  Good times!)


Return to the Hibiya Godzilla:

One of the places G-Tour 3.5 stopped at was the Ginza district of Tokyo, which meant we also had to take in the Godzilla statue in nearby Hibiya.  This was one of the first spots visited the previous year during G-Tour 3.  Since the majority of tour members on G-Tour 3.5 were newbies, this was a logical sight to see.  And to tell the truth, the three of us who had been here before weren’t complaining either.

Photos by me



osomatsu san episode 3.5 [Real Matsu].

아마 처음이지 않을까, 이렇게 여섯명을 쭈르룩 그린 연성은.
이제 나도 내가 뭘 그렸는지 포스팅 한 걸 보지 않으면 헷갈려 으으.

며칠전에 본 3.5화 리얼마츠가 참 쇼크여서 나도 모르게 연성하게 됐다.
뭔가 되게..멋지긴한데..부끄럽고..얼굴을 들수 없는 에피소드..

우리는 많은것을 보여주고 또 보여 줄 것이다 라고 얘기하는 것 같아 재밌다. 저런 하이퍼 리얼리즘은 생각도 못했네ㅋㅋ.

그리고 이제 반복 작업하는 연성은 당분간 사양하고 싶은 것.
저번 쥬시카노도 그렇고 이번 연성도 그렇고 반복 노동 넘나 고통스런 것^_T

episode 3.5 / youtu.be/p4g623jBiR8


Was chatting with @tryingforchances and I think we both agree that Chara probably gets cold easily / is always cold (especially in an underground home with fire magic using fluffy monsters).

More cold Chara here!

A Guide to Roleplaying Systems

Player: Can I do the thing?

Mutants and Masterminds: Yes you can do the thing.

GURPS: Fill out these forms in triplicate.

Dungeons & Dragons 3rd Edition: Yes, but it’s really not worth it unless you are a Dream Elf with the Godblooded feat and at least five levels in the Thingomancer Prestige class from Complete Thing. Or you could just play a Wizard, they get The Thing as a 3rd level spell.

Call of Cthulu: You can do the thing, but you REALLY don’t want to.

FATE: That depends, can you bullshit the GM into believing that one of your vaguely-worded aspects supports you doing The thing?

7th Sea: Only if the thing is properly dramatic!

Shadowrun: Yes, but you’ll need a bathtub full of D6s.

Paranoia: The thing is treason.

Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition:

[I copied the above from this brilliant post, and I reblogged as text because I really felt the need to add the gif for 5e, and chat posts don’t allow gifs, dammit.]

Bitty is scared out of his mind when he climbs into bed to skype Jack. He’s done everything he can to look calm, but he’s also wearing the red t-shirt Jack had left behind after the kegster by accident as well as the flannel he appropriated earlier in the year. They both still smell like Jack, which is all he wants. He tries to relax into the soft fabrics – because Jack’s clothes are always so soft – and then skype rings.

Bitty’s heart jumps into his throat as he answers.

“Hey,” he says managing a weak smile.

“Hey Bits,” Jack says. He looks tired. “I’m so sorry about the kegster.”

Breathing is difficult while Bitty tries to respond. “It’s okay sweetheart, don’t worry about it. It’s not like you did anything.”

Under better circumstances he might have joked “except me,” but this is not better circumstances.

“Yeah but I’m the reason we have to keep it secret,” Jack says, and now he sounds sad, not just tired. “If you were dating someone normal you wouldn’t have to hide your relationship, and you could bring them to kegsters and go grab coffee with them and–”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Bitty interrupts, because he’s about to start crying, and he doesn’t under any circumstances want to cry in front of Jack because of Jack.

“What?” Jack asks, going still. Still like he’s trying not to make any sudden movements to startle the dangerous predator approaching him.

“Because I’d understand if it’s too much pressure or–”

“No!” Jack shouts. He looks – he looks about as terrified as Bitty feels. “Did you – did you think that was why I wanted to talk?”

“Kind of,” Bitty admits.

“Bits – Eric,” Jack says. “I know in a perfect world I never have to make the choice between the NHL and you, but if I do have to? I’d pick you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Bitty feels a foreign warmth spread through his chest, filling him up.

“I just wish we could tell people,” Jack says. Half his arm has disappeared from the frame and Bitty knows it’s because he’s touching the screen approximately where Bitty’s face is. “God, Shitty’s going to feel like such an ass once he find out.”

“For a lot of reasons, because he doesn’t actually know you’re gay, honey,” Bitty says.

Jack frowns. “Doesn’t he know about Kenny though?”

Bitty shakes his head. “He thinks you were just jealous of him because of his NHL career.”

Most of the time, Bitty is pretty good at ignoring or not caring about the fact that the captain of the Vegas Aces is the only other person who’s had sex with his boyfriend, but every so often it makes him nervous.

“I just wish we could tell him,” Jack says. “Well, and everyone else, but.”

“Well, we’re going to tell everyone eventually right?” Bitty asks. His nerves are back because he knows Jack really doesn’t ever want to make the choice between Bitty and the NHL and he can delay that if they’re not out.

“Yeah, of course,” Jack says. “It’d be kind of weird if we still hadn’t told anyone when we’re living together.”


Bitty knows Jack well enough to know this wasn’t actually his way of asking Bitty to move in. It’s simply Jack knowing how he wants his future to go, which he does sometimes. He uses inevitable or concrete descriptions for events that really aren’t either of those things when he wants them to be true. And Bitty living with him is one of those things.

He feels his face soften into a smile, and he touches the screen where Jack’s face is, fighting back the well of sadness that he can’t feel his skin.

“You look really tired, darling,” Bitty says. “We can talk about all this later. Just…tell me about your roadie?”

Jack launches into the antics the Falcs have gotten up to most recently, which centres around the saga of Snowy’s pre-game routine being shattered when he forgot to pack his eyeliner and resulted in a group of very large hockey players stalking the right shade and texture of black eyeliner from the Sephora around the corner from their hotel.

Everything else they can worry about later.


Monterey. California.


Barcelona, Spain