Old Sludge
Black goop bubbles away bit by bit within the murky pond. Syrup like sludge yanks down anything falling in. Bits of debris bob on the surface. Bones, branches, rusted swords and other refuse.
Among the pile of adventurer flotsam sits a usually useful item. A small ruby, steel helmet, small lantern or a tied up sack. To any greedy grubby hands a valuable target to pinch.
Beneath the muck lies a mass cobweb of rope. Every item a secret lure, small barbed hooks looking to attach to cloth and skin. A massive amphibian turned underwater fisherman waits.
Intruders entering the pond send ripples rolling. With expert care he gently tugs away, bobbing items along the pond. His eyes pierce the gloom above. Giving quick yanks he pulls the precious item just under the water.
Hooks snag, sludge holds down and as the hand grab the item the fishman heaves. The black deep pond becomes a horror vortex, rope wrapped debris swirls around slamming into unsuspecting targets. In the eye of the storm the batrachian behemoth pulls all in.
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