Slime Troll

Deep in the brine choked sewers and still swamps lurks the sinister menace of the slime troll. A goliath of grime, they rule their putrid domain with infectious claws and corrosive crud. These masters of muck live to hunt down and swallow prey whole.

For them, a well-balanced meal is a dead adventurer, one in each poisoned paw.

These aren’t just any ordinary woodland creature. This troll is a formidable fiend, a menace forged from ooze, acid, and slime. A towering titan of terror, it reached an impressive nine feet in height and unearthly 550 pounds. Dripping limbs hang from its barrel-shaped body to end in glossy, green claws. Each one thick and wet with a delightfully deadly toxin, guaranteed to eat a victim from the inside out.

A smooth, almost pleasant face rests on an oblong head with malicious green eyes. The fiend’s jaw is of colossal proportions, armed with jagged, green teeth, all the better to rip and tear.

This putrescent predator’s defense? A jiggling gelatinous torso that can catch most any sword or arrow, leaving even the most seasoned adventurer in a sticky situation.

But despite these uncanny abilities, even these horrific abominations are not invincible. Slime trolls do have a vulnerability, but not what most would guess. Their dank dwellings provide a unique advantage, since their slick slime shields them from fire. Water and earth only let them heal faster. As for the cold, that never bothered them anyway.

No, the only materials or elements that can stop a slime troll square in its sludgy tracks are sunlight and salt. Once these gruesome goliaths are bathed in natural or magical sunlight, or slapped with salt, the reaction is immediate. The troll shrinks and shrivels in size as its slimy shape dries out. Eventually, it solidifies into a petrified statue of solid, hardened slime.

Home Sweet Slimly Sewer

As far as real-estate goes, these gooey giants aren’t picky. Their dire home is often hidden away where there’s any sort of stagnant water. Silent sewers, fetid bogs, forgotten ruins with dark caverns are their dank delight. But when that old friend hunger calls, these beasts don’t hesitate to leave their lairs in a hunt for fresh meat. Someone nice and tasty from nearby villages, farms, or even cities.

Like their troll brethren, these slimy stalkers slip between sewer and shadow. Then they strike quick without warning to drag off their next meal to the deep sewers. There they drown them quickly, but let them tenderize before taking them home. As the slime troll is the culinary king of troll-kind and has opinions on tender, select meat.

But once on the prowl, locals best lock the doors and bolt the windows, as no one is safe. Not even the occasional adventurer can escape an encounter with a slime troll and its relentless hunger. A gooey reminder that death and danger are never far away.

Slime Troll by Profesone

Type

Monstrous humanoid

Environment

Swamps, sewers, stagant undergound ponds

Lifespan

85 years

Average Height

9 to 9.5 feet tall

Average Weight

550 pounds

Geographic Distribution

Any Voidrealm world such as:

Netherwarren

Earth

Sow Terra

Goo and the Cultured Troll

These rampaging beasts are more than meets the slime. Solitary by nature, they can work together in small groups. Unlike other trolls, it’s hard to call these communities, but in fact they are. Called ‘globs’, these groups are more like hunting packs. A crude society that lives to round up any nearby village or adventurer stragglers for the gooey good of the group.

These packs work like much any other kind but with a twist. Inside those muck slicked minds, they only follow the troll with the best ability to track prey. Any pack leader that fails to deliver will find itself challenged by another of its fiendish friends for the right to lead the glob.

Slippery With the Tongue

These murderous monsters are quite the silent slick and slimy type, but are known to toss around a few words when they need to. For the average slime troll, talking is a rough affair with a series of low burbles, bubbles, and burps. Nothing short of that sweet sound of a boiling swamp. It may sound basic, for them it’s as sweet a song there is.

So next time that any adventurer hears a gloop glop in the dark hour, be warned. That may be just a bubble passing in the night. But it also may be a pair of slime trolls wondering what side dish goes well with a succulent main course of adventurer.