Deep in the soggy fens and stinking bogs of Xen’drik lurks a thing as silent as shadow, whose form shifts from a towering, taloned fury to a slinking, putrescent sludge of black oil. Mulraargo appears as a troll with oil-slick black skin sporting boils and sores that weep a vicious sludge at all times. More than a few reports claim that the monstrous troll can melt away into a puddle of black ooze. This would account for the troll’s unrivaled skill at stealth and ambush and explain why no hunter can track the creature. Mulraargo enjoys picking off members of an expedition one at a time, savoring the mounting fear among the survivors almost as much he does the flesh of their captured companions.
