Collection: Spiceburst Oozelings

On the seventh hour, Figbert slipped into the spice market, horns rattling lids as the air burned with peppers. A great vat of hot sauce simmered low over its fire, glowing red. With a scrape of claws, Figbert shoveled in coal—whoomph!—until the flames leapt high and the sauce roared. It spat thick drops across the floor, hissing where they landed, while Figbert dragged his horns through the spill and licked the burn from his paws. From the searing flood spores clung and split, bursting into Oozelings that twitched and scattered, leaving charred scraps in their wake. And that's how the Spiceburst Oozelings boiled forth.