The roots of a long-ago cut down tree appeared to be a root monster making its way slowly down out of the forest and toward the water and sunshine.

A fallen tree, that had lost all of its up-facing limbs, now looked like a gigantic stick creature walking out into the water to take a drink.

A tree that had been cut down to create the reservoir, left only its roots behind. Those roots might be a root monster slowly making its way up onto shore, about to attack. Notice the scars and missing roots of earlier battles.

A root monster had just emerged from the water and was still dripping underneath. It moved slowly, as did all root monsters of this sub-genus, perhaps due to the petrification of old age.

Two dogs sniffed around the carcass of a root monster that had been slain in the past. All of its roots had been hacked off, dried and later used as fuel for camp fires. As a side note, the near dog was named Gypsy, and the further dog was named Dexter.

The ancient remains of a root monster. It had died and fallen here and was slowly undergoing decay and rot. The greatest foe for root monster cadavers is the common moss worm.

A moored boat was under attack from an adult root monster. Fortunately there was nobody aboard, so risk was minimal. As was often the outcome of such attacks, a root monster would lose limbs to steel rigging.