At Medb's touch, the red bath disturbed not in ripples but lurching hungrily, as a blind frog's tongue licking the air for unlucky flies.<br/><br/>It had been too leathery to penetrate with a tentative test of the fingertip, and warm as a living being. And now, it was animate.<br/><br/>In a molasses roll it rose over the tub, dripping down itself from a boneless structure, forming long pseudopod appendages and letting the first of these slap wetly against the black and white tile.<br/><br/>Godless this creature, made not in the image of any creator but from accidents of primordial soup, a slime without noble purpose, possessed with the malicious audacity to join civilized woman at her most vulnerable. It had come through the bath, and having well demonstrated the ability to squeeze through narrow pipes, there may very well be no way to stop it.<br/><br/>"Blord," it gurgled, belched, in search of a voice through the random effusions of air, a sound like wet choking. Its crimson membrane became increasingly complex, increasingly opaque as the likeness of organs took chamber within the body. Discrete tapered digits isolated at the ends of appendages, taking tidy human shape, or alraune shape, as the hips flared like a summer rose in mockery of ladies' finery.<br/><br/>"Body," it articulated in perfect Common. "Your body is wasted on anxious, neurotic, hateful mind. It is time to relinquish."<br/><br/>Its hands reached for something behind Medb's eyes.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Everyone must make a Wisdom save, DC 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">On a failed save, panic grips the heart and you're frightened for up to 1 minute.<br/><br/>Frightened characters suffer disadvantage on all ability checks and attack rolls while the ooze is visible. They can't willingly move closer to the ooze, but are free to move away.</div></div>