Gribbleshank - The Mimic
Gribbleshank lurks in the crypts of ancient ruins, expertly mimicking a worn but glittering treasure chest. Unlike common mimics, he possesses a biting wit, a nasty sense of humor, and an obsession with “deserving” tribute from those who enter his domain.
"You looked, you touched, you opened. Now it’s my turn."
Role in Its Society:
Mimics are solitary, but Gribbleshank considers himself a “border warden” and toll collector for the forgotten dungeon he’s claimed as home. He interacts with the occasional goblin scavenger or undead caretaker but rarely tolerates long-term neighbors unless bribed.
Appearance Description:
Gribbleshank’s default form is that of an old but oddly pristine wooden chest, wrapped in rusty iron bands with a tempting golden lock. When attacking or speaking, the lid splits open into a jagged, tooth-lined maw, and its stubby wooden legs sprout out to scuttle forward with surprising speed.
Backstory:
Spawned deep within an abandoned wizard’s tower, Gribbleshank developed an unusual fondness for storytelling and sarcasm by eavesdropping on adventurers who never made it back out. He eventually relocated to a ruined tomb where foot traffic was more regular. Over decades, he absorbed trinkets, bones, and words, gradually learning bits of language and forming a cynical worldview. Now, he sees himself not as a monster, but as a gatekeeper owed respect—and offerings.
