You creep slowly, something is up ahead in the dark; you hear what sounds like a soft, wet, sluggish mop. Is someone cleaning these forsaken corridors? Around the corner you bravely peer with your lantern. You hear it, straight ahead, very close, but… . You look keenly. Above you! This unintelligent dark blob stretching across the ceiling is the rumored Black Pudding. It reflects light at certain angles but blends well. It can pass through cracks and slits, any opening. Your best course of action might be to back away, if you don’t think there are any gems left behind from earlier victims, though you best be prepared to fight it with fire.
Black Pudding Corridor