Rot Troll

Rot trolls are grotesque, shambling horrors, their bodies a testament to the relentless destruction of disease and decay. Their flesh is riddled with boils, lesions, and patches of necrosis, constantly sloughing off and regenerating in a grotesque cycle of death and rebirth. This eternal process sustains the virulent blights and plagues that infest them, a symbiotic relationship that would kill any other creature but keeps the rot troll alive, albeit in unending agony. They are walking vectors of contagion, their very presence a hazard to all living things, as every breath, scratch, or drop of ichor they shed spreads the fatal diseases festering within them.
The appearance of a rot troll is enough to curdle the stomach of even the most hardened adventurer. Their skin is a patchwork of bloated, discolored tissue, ranging from sickly greens and grays to the blackened hues of gangrene. Gaping wounds never fully close, oozing viscous fluids that hiss and steam as they drip onto the ground, poisoning the earth beneath them. Their limbs are malformed and asymmetrical, often swollen or misshapen from the unrelenting assault of the infections within. Eyes clouded with filmy cataracts glimmer faintly with a madness born of constant torment, while their jagged teeth, rotted and uneven, gnash and grind as if attempting to bite through their own pain.
The regeneration that defines all trolls is both a blessing and a curse for the rot troll. Their flesh is consumed by their diseases as quickly as it heals, creating a vicious cycle that traps them in a state of perpetual suffering. This ceaseless torment drives them to a state of near-mindless rage, lashing out at anything in their path. The pain makes them unpredictable and incredibly dangerous, as their attacks are not driven by malice or hunger but by the desperate need to externalize their own misery.
Rot trolls dwell in the darkest and most desolate places, where death and decay reign supreme. Swamps, abandoned battlefields, plague-stricken ruins—these are the places where they are most commonly found. Their very existence taints the land, spreading pestilence that lingers long after they have moved on. Often, other creatures avoid them, not out of fear of their strength but because of the deadly plagues they carry. Even scavengers and other trolls keep their distance, unwilling to risk infection or contamination.
Though their minds are dulled by pain, rot trolls possess a cunning that should not be underestimated. They are drawn to the smell of rot and death, sensing it like a beacon in the dark, and they instinctively seek out fresh sources of decay to sustain the diseases within them. Some are said to be drawn to the presence of powerful entities of pestilence or decay, serving them as living vessels of plague in exchange for brief moments of relief from their torment. These moments are fleeting, however, and the rot trolls inevitably return to their eternal cycle of pain and destruction.
To face a rot troll is to confront not only its physical ferocity but also the invisible death it carries. Weapons that pierce its flesh risk contamination, and even standing too close can expose one to the miasma of disease that clings to its body. Despite their agony, they fight with savage tenacity, their bodies regenerating faster than most wounds can kill them. Their resilience makes them terrifying foes, but their existence is one of unending suffering, a tragic reminder of the power of corruption to twist and torment even the mightiest of creatures.