The Flumph
A lawful good psychic jellyfish. Deeply ugly. Possibly your only friend down there.
The sheet is not yet unsealed. Check back as the campaign unfolds.
Lawful good, luminous, and telepathic — the flumph floats through the Feydark glowing a soft green, projecting images and emotions to anyone willing to listen. Near evil, its glow turns deep red, which makes it either the party’s best alarm system or a very stressful travelling companion.
It is, by every honest account, hideous. It is also, by the campaign’s own creed, exactly the thing worth looking past: look beyond the surface — the ugly thing may save you.
There is a standing capture contract on it. It knows. It has read the contract. It signed a copy, because that was the lawful thing to do.