Summon a Greater Mimic to your aid permanently, capable of all its shape-changing fun times.
It as it peels itself open, tongue lashing, limbs sprouting where hinges should be. It slinks beside you, ever shifting—barrel, boulder, bench—waiting to pounce with toothy glee at your command.
# | Type | Name |
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1 | Subclass | Conclave of the Ooze |