You are a hulking engine of gluttony and spite, a creature born of the deep muck with a metabolism so violent it knits your wounds closed as fast as they are opened. While others view you as a dim-witted brute, your ability to dissolve obstacles with a gout of caustic bile and survive wounds that would kill a dozen lesser men makes you a terrifying ally. You don't just participate in an adventure; you consume it, along with anything else that happens to be edible.

Bile Trolls are massive, hunchbacked humanoids with thick, rubbery skin the color of stagnant pond scum or bruised limes. Their faces are dominated by an oversized, hooked nose that hangs low over a maw of jagged, yellowed teeth and upward-curving tusks. Their eyes are small and bead-like, glowing with a faint, sickly yellow light. Sparse, wiry hair often grows in patches on their shoulders and head, usually matted with filth or moss. Despite their lanky appearance, their long limbs are ropey with dense muscle, ending in clawed hands that can crush stone.

Society is a generous word for the loose, hunger-driven associations of Bile Trolls. They respect nothing but strength and the volume of food one can provide. Within their small groups, often called 'gorges', the largest and most aggressive individual dictates when and where the group eats. Their culture is one of immediate gratification and grumpy territorialism. They rarely create art or music, preferring the rhythmic crunch of bone and the sound of bubbling marshes, though some enjoy carving simple, crude totems of themselves from the bones of their prey.

Bile Trolls rarely look to the heavens, focusing instead on the earth that feeds them. They might offer a grunt of respect to ancient spirits of rot or gluttony, but they lack formal priesthoods. Most are Chaotic Evil or Chaotic Neutral, driven by their insatiable appetites and a general irritation with anyone smaller or smarter than them. They aren't necessarily malicious by nature, but their complete lack of empathy and constant hunger makes them extremely dangerous to coexist with.

They do not build so much as they occupy. A Bile Troll's home is usually a damp cave, a bridge they have cleared of its previous owners, or a particularly spacious section of a city's sewers. They decorate their spaces with 'snacks for later', which are usually carcasses pinned under heavy stones or left to ferment in pools of shallow water. In the rare instances they work with others, they prefer sunken fortresses where they can utilize the local mire as a natural defense.

Bile Trolls view other species primarily as food, though they can be convinced to serve as mercenaries or guards if the pay is edible. They have a begrudging respect for goblin-kin and ogres, whom they find relatable in their simplicity. Humans, elves, and dwarves are often seen as 'crunchy bits' or 'fussy talkers.' Because of their aggressive nature and smell, they are rarely welcomed in civilized areas unless they are heavily shackled or in the employ of a very powerful and very brave warlock or lord.