Crystalline oozes that resemble needle-tipped serpents made
of ice, freezing flows are born where the ice of the Elemental Planes meets the
air of the Material…and grows hungry.
With their ability to remain dormant for so long they are as much traps
as they are creatures, and their single-minded hunt for warm-blooded food means
they show their prey no mercy. A
friend downed by a freezing flow is likely dead if you cannot reach him in time…but
once sated, at least it will have no more interest in you.
A particularly cold
winter sends the city’s ratfolk scurrying into their home of last resort,
the sewers…only to come running out again. The arctic cold has found its way even there, and brought
with it a freezing flow that hunts the furry humanoids. They seek help from adventurers, and
intimate that in their flight they have uncovered a secret down below as well.
An ice devil
encourages freezing flows to nest in the tunnels below his fortress,
feeding them with scraps (that is, worn-out slaves). While even the largest (Advanced) freezing flows cannot
offer much challenge to a typical gelugon’s enemies, the caverns are designed
to bring the sounds of even a minor skirmish echoing up to the guard posts,
alerting the entire complex. Using
fire to end the encounter quickly only causes jagged icicle spikes to rain down
on interlopers.
A mage experiments
with scribing spells onto crystals, coaxing more uses out of the spell energy
than she would from a single scroll.
One of her experiments involves inserting a core of elemental ice into a
large geode; she believes the extreme cold will bind the spell energy even longer. When she takes time off from her
experiments to deal with a band of troublesome adventurers, the ice core stirs,
brought to life in this world as a freezing flow. It will eagerly feed on whoever opens the door next—the mage
or her meddling foes.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 4
115
For fantasy fans with long memories, there are shades of
Finder Wyvernspur in that last seed.
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