<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Juro's Vision</span></span></div><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/eIlaH1f.jpg)</div><br/>As Juro breathes the smoke in deep he finds a light haze falling over him. However as his physical eyes blur, his inner sight sharpens, and the smoke, which looks like nothing but formless wisps to others, start to take on the shape of nearby spirits. Given the area is relatively well tamed, there is not an over abundance of nature spirits inhabiting the place to draw from, mostly domesticated animals and tiny woodland critters. They provide no especially pertinent insight. However this takes a turn when a particularly large cloud of smoke starts to take the form of a man, fright and panic twisting it's posture. It is a loose spirit, probably tied to this place by some great trauma. Suddenly the faceless silhouette turns it's attention to Juro, as though realizing that he could see it. Without a word the spirit leaps at the druid, the thick smoke forcing it's way back into his nose and mouth, and in that moment Juro's eyes glaze over.<br/><br/><em>Suddenly Juro awakens in his room in the middle of the night. It is dark, but a solid shaft of moonlight shines in from the open window, providing just enough light to make out the sleeping form of his partner in the other bed. Juro remembered, they had just robbed a couple of shops in Wyrmfell and were laying low in the sticks for a while. They had always heard this Slimy Stop place was pretty decent, and had some fine ass slime bitches, so they decided to splurge a bit with some of their newly earned coin. However just as he was about to turn and go back to sleep, Juro felt the hairs of his neck stand up, a shiver go down his spine. He didn't know why, but he was suddenly filled with the feeling that he and his partner weren't alone in the room. Slowly he looks over again, and that's when he spots it, a shape in the corner of the room: hulking, writhing, cloaked in shadow. Juro went to sit up, but as he did something extended from the shape, some kind of thick, writhing appendage. It jammed itself straight down his throat, cutting off his scream before it could start, and a second later several more of these inky black tendrils shot forward, capturing his arms and legs and pinning him to the bed. Juro screams around the tentacle in his mouth, but it's heavily muffled, only one person is able to hear it...<br/><br/>"ugh, what in the void is that racket?" his partner muttered as he started to stir, only for him to freeze as he looked over and saw Juro's predicament, "what the fu-!" he started, though was cut off as the black shape pounced on him. There was suddenly a blinding flurry of writhing limbs and gnashing maws. There were teeth everywhere, in places they shouldn't have been. A dozen hungry maws ripping his partner apart, devouring him in greedy chomps, bones and all. And Juro knew that he was next, sat there basting in his terror. Somehow, someway, his normally cowardly self managed to summon up some courage, or perhaps just desperation, and started to fight back. Fueled by adrenaline he managed to pry himself free of the partially-distracted monster's grip. Reaching over to the nightstand he grabbed his dagger and started stabbing away, making the creature recoil just enough for him to throw himself off the bed and to his feet. <br/><br/>Juro had to think fast, looking back and forth between his partner and the open window. His partner was a lost cause, to this he barely spared a second thought, but just as he was going to leap for the window he paused. What about the gold? All the money they had stolen, he couldn't just leave it here could he? Juro spotted the chest the room had provided, where they had stashed the sack of coin, and spun on his heel to make his way to it. He needed that money, it was the whole reason they came out here. Surely if he left it behind then all this would be for nothing, and that ravenous monster would have truly won! Fueled by panicked avarice Juro threw open the chest, expecting to see his gold, only instead he </em><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">saw</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/t60xsCm.jpg)</div></div><em>...</em><br/><br/>Suddenly everything went black, a very brief sensation of teeth penetrating his flesh before it was all over. When Juro's eyes fluttered open again he was back in his room, his<em>actual</em>room. What he had seen was a vision of the spirit's memory, presumably one of the victims who had disappeared. They hadn't just run off in the night, they had been attacked, devoured. It would seem that somehow some kind of shape changing monsters had infiltrated the inn, and were now hunting guests in the night.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 7-9</div><div class="spoiler_body">You recognize the creatures as mimics, ambush hunters that take the shape of other objects to trick people into coming close and attacking once they're vulnerable. Classically mimics are known for disguising themselves as treasure chests and ambushing adventurers in caves and lost dungeons, but it's not unheard of for them to show up in other places.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spout Lore 10+</div><div class="spoiler_body">At birth mimics are fairly simple and animalistic creatures, as such their tactics are basic and the shapes they take are fairly crude. These kind of underdeveloped mimics are pretty easy to spot if you know what to look for (+1 forward to trying to detect if an object is a mimic). However when a mimic devours an intelligent creature, they end up gaining some of that intelligence as well. As such over time an experienced mimic can build up enough intellect that it can match, or even surpass, other sapient races. These mimics are incredibly dangerous, as they use more advanced strategies and are capable of reshaping themselves with such precise detail as to be indistinguishable from the things they're imitating (attempts to detect an advanced mimic by sight may fail, even on a successful 10+ roll)</div></div>