"Caustigus, Caustigus! Once in it's arms you're lost to us!" The child's nursery rhyme may sound sweet but the Caustigus is not some mere boogey man. The sickly white creature has a long, almost snakelike torso with 4 long arms evenly spaced around it that it uses to quickly reach up out of the muck filled pits it inhabits and drag the unwary to their doom. Usually unwilling to attack when outnumbered, they are often the bane of lone traveler or inattentive scouts... Instinct: to drown the unwary

• leap out from fetid pools
• lay in wait
• retreat when losing