Cringe

"Cringe is not like you or me. Cringe does not think. Cringe feeds." - Shackle speaks of the terror of The Deeps.

At a Glance


A champion of Torog, the Cringe was a horrificly mutated Otyugh that was had been left free to roam the Underdark. As it fed, Cringe grew to a shapeless congress of forming and un-forming tendrils and pustulant limbs, devouring small warbands of Hobgoblins and threatening infant Purple Worms. Lacking any default body shape, Cringe was also without reasoning capabilities, obeying only its base desire to expand and absorb organic matter.

Mothers & Sons
To be discovered...