Kneeling next to the dead troll to investigate its cause of death, you look straight up above to the ceiling and see that you are facing a Carrion Crawler: it’s bulbous eyes the size of cantaloupes stares back. Its muzzle is filled with sharp teeth that has large pinchers the size of swords to help force feed its victims into its mouth…start to salivate in anticipation of a meal…you or the troll, either would fulfill its impulse. Its body looks like a large maggot with at least a half dozen legs that brought it over to the smell of this decaying corps, lured by its tentacles that is always sensing for death. If you don’t back away now, slowly, it could attack with its paralyzing tentacles, though it prefers not to compete for the meal… .
Carrion Crawler Confronted