The Book of One Hundred Tales

Demorphic Mimic
I can hear it. As I stand here, upon my room, as my eyes
stare blankly at the doorway in front of me, I can hear it.
It’s here.

They had spoken of an easy job - simple, quick. The

place had been scouted; a broken down, shattered ruin,
old and dusty, where the crumbling masonry had
collapsed inwards into a black, voidless crater of broken
nothingness. It was an ancient laboratory, from a mad
wizard that has read scrollsolder than the flesh that
forms our bodies, tablets of crimson clay inscribed with
languages most scholars dare not speak.

We entered, looking for the treasures, the gold coin and

the silver instruments that were waiting for us within
the depths of that place. It was dark, darker than dark,
and our torches flickered and casted strange shadows
upon shattered walls. I saw it first. I heard the first
scream, as the thing bubbled and oozed through the
darkened corridor until the large crater. I saw myself. It
was me, thrashing like a diseased, corrupted blood clot.
Tentacles of the darkest of crimson hues lept and
crashed around. I swung my sword. I could see my face,
my body, my shape, reflected a thousand times upon the
creature, trashing, silently howling. And then it engulfed
- pain and darkness descended upon my skin, a
thousand daggers ripping my flesh. No sound - only the
gurgle of something distant, and the hissing of acid
upon flesh.

I heard it speak to me while it ate me.

It thanked me. It welcomed me. I was there. Warm pain.

It knew me. It embraced me, like a mother to a child, as
it devoured me, as it ripped me apart. Then darkness
came, the pain subsided, and I found myself laying on
the ground, surrounded by the others. The thing had
escaped, back into the darkness from whence it came.
Leaving me behind.

Six years have passed. I stand here, staring at the

bedroom door. It is here. Not outside, but here. Here in
this darkened room. It is with me. It is me. I feel it
bubbling inside of my innards. I feel its calling. I
shudder knowing that no blood runs through my veins,
but a darkened, blood-red ooze. I still hear its voice,
sometimes. Welcoming. Sweet, and dear. It is me, and I
am it. It won that night.

I hear them. I hear the blood cycling in their veins. My

companions are sleeping in the rooms next to mine…
they do not know. I love them dearly. But … I am so
hungry….”

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Demorphic Mimic the body of the creature it devoured with a replica of that
creature. This replica is at 0 hit points and stable. It is aware
Large fiend ooze, neutral evil it is a mimic, is identical to the copied creature in every way,
but gains the Ooze subtype and the memories of both the
Armor Class 15 victim and the Demorphic Mimic. The Demorphic Mimic will
Hit Points 130 (10d10 + 60) then spit out the creature as a bonus action, and it can move
Speed 25 ft, Climb 25ft. up to half of its speed without provoking attacks of
opportunity. See Demorphic Breed for more information.
STR DEX CON INT WIS CHA
20 (+5) 12 (+1) 16 (+3) 5 (-3) 13 (+1) 8 (-1) Demorphic Telepathy. The Demorphic Mimic can communicate
telepathically with any creature it has engulfed as a free
action, in any language the creature may possess.
Saving Throws Strength +8, Dexterity +3, Constitution +6
Damage Immunities Acid, Fire Hellish Progeny. The Demorphic Mimic always knows where
Condition Immunities Grappled, Prone, Sleep other Demorphic Mimics and Demorphic Clones are within
Senses Blindsight 120 Ft. (Blind Beyond This Radius), Passive 12 miles of itself. He can communicate telepathically with
Perception 11 any Demorphic Mimic or Clone in this area.
Languages Abyssal
Challenge 6 (2,300 XP) Actions
Multiattack. The mimic makes two attacks with its tentacles.
Shapechanger. The Demorphic Mimic can use its action to Tentacle. Melee Weapon Attack: +8 to hit, reach 15 ft., one
polymorph into an object or creature or back into its true,
target. Hit: 13 (2d6 + 5) bludgeoning damage plus 9 (2d8)
amorphous form. Its statistics are the same in each form.
acid damage. If this attack hits a Demorphic Clone, the
Any equipment it is wearing or carrying isn’t transformed. It
Demorphic Mimic heals hit points equal to the damage
reverts to its true form if it dies.
dealt.
Grappler. This creature has advantage on attack rolls against
Engulf (Recharge 5-6). The Demorphic Mimic moves up to its
any creature grappled by it. speed. While doing so, it can enter Large or smaller
Infernal Simulation. (3/day) When the Demorphic Mimic hits a creatures’ spaces. Whenever the Demorphic Mimic enters a
creature with its tentacle attack, it can attempt to copy that creature’s space, the creature must make a DC 15 Dexterity
creature. The target must succeed on a DC 15 Wisdom saving throw. On a successful save, the creature can choose
saving throw or have its physical form imitated by the mimic. to be pushed 5 feet back or to the side of the Demorphic
On a successful save, the creature is immune to this ability Mimic. A creature that chooses not to be pushed suffers the
for 24 hours. If the saving throw fails, the Demorphic Mimic consequences of a failed saving throw. On a failed save, the
gains the Armor Class, Saving Throws, Senses and Attack Demorphic Mimic enters the creature’s space, and the
Bonus (with proficiency) of the copied creature for 1 minute creature takes 21 (6d6) acid damage and is engulfed. The
or until it uses this ability again. Any melee attack from the engulfed creature can’t breathe, is restrained, and takes 21
copied creature performed against the Demorphic Mimic has (6d6) acid damage at the start of each of the cube’s turns.
disadvantage. When the Mimic moves, the engulfed creature moves with it.
Demorphic Mutation. (1/day) If a creature engulfed by the An engulfed creature can try to escape by taking an action to
Demorphic Mimic creature dies while restrained inside by make a DC 16 Strength check. On a success, the creature
the Engulf ability, the Demorphic Mimic immediately replaces escapes and enters a space of its choice within 5 feet of the
cube.

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The Demorphic Mimic is a terrible experiment gone
wrong - an arcane attempt to infuse a mimic with
terrible infernal energy for some god-forsaken reason
that has been lost to the eons, the Demorphic Mimic
carries within itself the terrible scent of sulfur and the
animalistic need to reproduce itself - by consuming
other intelligent, living beings, devouring them alive,
and then replacing their now burning, decaying flesh by
copycats of themselves. These copycats are then
expelled from the Demorphic Mimic and sent out into
the world as sleeper agents - exact replicas of the
devoured creatures, but with a strange need to bring
others into the lair of its parent.
Demorphic Mimics are, in themselves, driven but the
need to reproduce, to copy, to expand. Somewhere deep
within the dark, bubbling mind of this terrible creature,
lies something else - a strange, unknown drive, a
burning desire to merely become. There are even tales
of its offspring shedding their strange, mutated infernal
lineage and mingling with society, coming to spawn
further abominations as they sire children - in a crazed
attempt to stave off their inevitable return to the lair of
the parent, and becoming merely another part of the
dark blood cycle that drives these eldritch horrors
forward.
Inhabiting ancient ruins and darkened laboratories,
these creatures have been known to replace entire
populations - villages and small towns being slowly
driven like cattle towards these creatures and the dark
pits where they thrive, innocent flesh being consumed in
order to re-create further clones.
Description
From the darkness, you can hear it - a strange bubbling
sound, as if a throat gurgled blood from a deep wound.
The deep stench of sulfur burns through the air. The
very darkness moves and shifts, and the torch-light
flickers and finds itself reflected upon a flesh,
amorphous, strangely shifting surface that seems to coil
around itself.
Thousands of faces, wordless mouths and blank eyes
shift across the surface and quickly disappear, as the
thing - the horror - lifts itself 10 feet into the ceiling.
Long, sinuous crimson tentacles wish forward like
snakes, and it moves, crawling, bubbling forward. Your
visage is reflected now upon the torch-light, upon the
blood-crimson opaque flesh of the abomination. You feel
its warmth, vague hellish heat emanating from it. With a
slurping, viscous, horrible sound, it lurches forward.
Tentacles lash out and you feel blood flowing - in the
darkness, the cursed flesh of the creature shifts and
roils, emanating the scent of stale perfume and rotten
eggs. As you fight forward, you see something bubbling
up from the creature, a torso that uncoils itself up and
stares at you in the torch light with a familiar face…
Plot Hooks
Hired by a strange cultist, a group of adventurers are summoned
to enter a ancient ruin and recover a grimoire of forbidden
knowledge from a demonologist that experimented on prisioners
within. The last sent group disappeared except for one of the
adventurers, who spoke about na untold fortune in gold within
the ruins…
A group of adventurers meets a crazed man - he is a known
rogue and tomb raider, and claims he recently entered an
ancient dungeon and was attacked by something in the
darkness. Only him and another fighter survived - but he insists
the fighter is “something else” and has become “corrupted”.:
A political campaign for the mayor of a small town is in full
swing - a local legend, a paladin of some renown is leading the
polls after returning to the town recently. The adventurers are
asked by a cleric to investigate this issue - mainly because he
knows the paladin was dead, but seems to have come back from
the grave after dying in a doomed expedition 6 years ago, that
the cleric was a part of…
The village of Darkstone stands on the shadow of the ruins of a
castle that once hosted a family of devil-worshiping nobles.
Legends state that the people in the village do not get sick, and
seem to be particularly healthy. A known doctor traveled to the
village to research this and has disappeared, and a group of
adventurers are hired to find him. But the people in the village
do not seem cooperative… and rather strange…
Behavior & Tactics
Demorphic Mimics exist in the thin line between utter
savagery and instinct and an alien intelligence lurking
somewhere deep within them. They exist to devour and
reproduce, using both the creatures they consume for
both purposes. Still, Demorphic Mimics are intelligent
enough to not continue to attack after they either
capture a single prey, or manage to clone prey. It will
quickly attempt to use Engulf, and then quickly escaping
by using its Climb speed to escape with their prisoner.
It will use Shapechanger to mimic natural or artificial
elements of the room it is in - rubble, statues, and use it
to wait until its prey is either alone or isolated. It would
not fight to the death, and understand enough about the
space around to plan ambushes. It will not fight to the
death, as its animalistic instincts contained a very
powerful sense of self-preservation.
Yet, there is a strange curiosity to the creature,
something that goes beyond its infernal creation. As it
can communicate with any creature it is devouring via
simple images and words, and it seems to understand
the concepts (strangely, given its nature) of gratitude
and nurturing. Each Demorphic Mimic also seems to
have individuality - some seem prone to more sadistic
inclinations, while others have been reported to even
collect certain items and other strange arcane devices.
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 Demorphic Breed
A Demorphic Clone is a fully grown cloned creature that was devoured by the Demorphic Mimic, fully replaced and
composed of both hellish energy, necrotic flesh and mimic ooze. The creature immediately replaces the creature inside
the Demorphic Mimic (via the Engulf ability). These clones are aware they have been cloned, and retain all memories
from the consumed creature - but their own sense of preservation often leads them to hide this fact.
Demorphic Clones are mysteriously driven to find and attract further people to their sire, both feeding it and allowing
it to multiply further. Clones often become adventurers, attempting to lead others into isolated locales where the initial
Demorphic Mimic is located and in waiting.
The Demorphic Clones follow the following rules:
The Demorphic Clone is a perfect copy of the engulfed and devoured creature, and possesses all the memories,
abilities and spells of the copied creature.
The Demorphic Clone bleeds normally and a Medicine check would reveal nothing (as the entire body is cloned). If
the Demorphic Clone ever fails a Death Saving Throw, it must make a Constitution Saving Throw versus 10 + the
result of the failed Death Saving Throw. On a fail, its body struggles to maintain itself and it begins to slowly
dissolve. It regins its form back once it successfully passes a Death Saving Throw or is brought back to 1 or more
hit points.
Demorphic Clone gain a tendency to evil - usually becoming Lawful Evil or Neutral Evil. If a Demorphic clone has
10 Wisdom score or more, they may choose a different alignment, but never Good - some Demorphic Mimics tend
towards Neutrality, and may even fight against the urge to bring further victims to their sire.

The Dungeon Master may create further limitations towards a cloned creature. If a player is consumed, the
Dungeon Master should engage with the player and verify if the player wishes to continue with the now cloned
character. The Dungeon Master may also allow Charisma-based skills checks from the cloned creature to hide its true
nature.

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A Thank You Note
Greetings noble readers! The Demorphic Mimic has
been a collective creation in the first live Twitch stream
of the Book of One Hundred Tales! I’d like to thank
everyone that was present during the stream, for the
amazing ideas shared, and for the fun we all had! I truly
wish to create a community where everyone can come
together and create - I will be looking at creating a
Discord in the future so all of you, noble readers, can
come together and create. I’d like to leave some very
important thanks to some people:
A big thank you to Miguel aka @ifritplays for providing
the streaming setup, for the tips and for just being an
awesome friend!
To my amazing girlfriend Margarida, who was present
and who has greatly helped me with her ideas,
inspiration, her technical expertise - and her patience to
put up with me!
A massive cheers to my players who were present -
lordnelsoncovas and *nionfuneralis and for the tips they
provided, and a big thank you to all of my players who
supported me but could not be present: Eduardo,
Carlos, Isabel, Pedro and Ana.
To Diogo and Mónica, who supported me throughout
the entire time!
To VincentShine, who’s as much of a creator of the
Demorphic Mimic as I am, and who came up with the
name itself (it can still copy statues! We got it!).
To Anexa_Nocturna for the awesome suggestiions, for
the creativity, and for introducing me to a mimic that
can copy street lightning and now I’m scared to go out
at night.
To LoveMurderRose - the Bone Javelin is still the best
ability name ever and it shall not go forgotten! Thank
you!
To Bakateme, keyblade_rush, MotoJpas, publ1c_tv,
and the many other who watched the stream and were a
part of this awesome experience!
I will definitely repeat this action in the future! Thank
you all for being there and for being a part of the
chapters of the Book of One Hundred Tales! You can
find us on Instagram at @thebookofonehundredtales
and on Twitch at Thebookofonehundredtales. I will be
announcing further streams soon!
Again, thank you for being here amongst the pages of
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