[Cards] Mask of the Mimic (Patreon)

The adventurers followed the old man—his senile ramblings of hoarded treasure enough to keep their interest. Yet as he reached the last room of his crumbling manor, he turned to them and, with a smile, dropped his guise for that of a far younger man. The once wrinkled face was now youthful, and hidden by a bizarre, toothy mask.

In the face of their confusion, the man's grin widened as he leapt through a window before it was quickly sealed by purple flesh. The walls began to burble and transform, warping and curling in on the hapless party. Where once were blocks of stone were now row after row of countless, hungering teeth.