The Conclave of the Ooze devotes itself to the study, communion, and manipulation of primordial slime—those shifting, amorphous entities spawned in sewers, sunken ruins, or deep beneath the crust of forgotten realms. These hunters don’t fear corruption—they wear it.

Oozebound Bond

Members of this conclave don’t simply hunt oozes—they bind with them. Through strange rituals and alchemical rites, they form symbiotic ties to slimes that grant them unique resilience, shifting anatomy, and even the ability to dissolve through cracks in walls or flow across ceilings. These companions, mindless to most, are guided by the will of the conclave’s hunters.

Fluid Tactics and Dissolving Paths

Ooze hunters adapt to every battlefield. They slip through grates, suffocate prey in slithering silence, and spread caustic traps across stone and root alike. Some wield weapons coated in living acid, others fight unarmed, fists trailing mucus that burns through armor. A hunter’s approach is ever-shifting—fluid, corrosive, and never predictable.

Slime Shepherds and Corruption Wardens

The Conclave of the Ooze is often summoned when infestations swell beyond control, when black slimes consume farmland or ancient puddings swell in catacombs. These rangers don’t just kill—they contain. They shape ooze populations, redirect growth, and even craft tools and armor from tamed gelatinous masses.

Beneath the Surface

Veterans of this conclave are strange to behold—many bear translucent skin, acidic veins, or a creeping sheen across their flesh. Their minds shift like their forms—resilient to pain, focused beyond normal thought. Some vanish into oozing realms entirely, returning only when the world above needs one who can melt monsters.