Literature
Toxic Slime Monsters from The Deep
It was a quiet day in a forest clearing, and Lord Galacta Knight was resting comfortably in the shade of two boulders, kept out of the full strength of the afternoon sun as it filtered down through the sky to rest on the world below. Several yards away, grass became sand, and then stone, and then the surface of a river, running gently east and away, the soft sounds of it meeting the knight’s ears comfortably. His lance was struck firmly in the ground to his side, within reach, (though he had no expectations of using it), and his shield was stored safely in his rarely-seen cape, bound as magic to his wings. While he wore his armor out of habit, he’d given up on decorum and loosened it slightly for comfort. There was no one to see him looking slightly less than battle-ready, after all. No one save for his son, who was quite merrily occupied down in the stream; collecting rocks and hunting small minnows that seemed to be a tad too quick for him to catch, but judging by the gleam in his