Disclaimer: Wizards of the Coast urges adventurers to remember that not all rock creatures are earth elementals. A talking rock that controls boulders is a galeb duhr. A talking rock wearing jewelry is a dao. A silent rock that's resistant to non-adamantine weapons is a stone golem. A rock with wings is a gargoyle. A rock without a K is a giant bird. A rock that sits there and does nothing could be just a rock or a balor disguised by an illusion. In all cases, proceed with caution.
— Disclaimer on the Princes of the Apocalypse module credits page, Dungeons & Dragons
Those things were pretty strong for being a bunch of walking rocks.
— Estelle Bright, The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel IV
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Korg. I'm kind of like the leader in here. I'm made of rocks, as you can see. But don't let that intimidate you, you don't need to be afraid unless you're made of scissors." (laughs) "Just a little rock-paper-scissor joke for you."
—Korg, Thor: Ragnarok
"This enormous monster is naturally camouflaged as a rock formation. Neither sword nor arrow can pierce its stony form, but a cunning adventurer knows to scale its body and attack the ore sprouting from its peak."
— Hyrule Compendium on the Stone Talus, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
Twilight tore her eyes off of Luna's ethereal form for a moment just in time to see the volcano uncurl. Black rock cracked and split along unseen lines, twisting about into shapes almost limblike and bearing plates—by design or chance, she couldn't tell. With a crackling like a thousand broken bones, the dragon known as Emberstoke the Eternal pulled itself out of the surrounding landscape.
Slowly, the broken landscape resolved itself into something that Twilight could recognize as a creature if only barely. Rich, golden-red magma poured in great gouts from gaps in its body where rock met rock, rimmed with spatterings of metal. It didn't have a face so much as there was a splintered crag where such a thing ought to be, with two empty pits that glowed from deep within.
The dragon roared.
Slowly, the broken landscape resolved itself into something that Twilight could recognize as a creature if only barely. Rich, golden-red magma poured in great gouts from gaps in its body where rock met rock, rimmed with spatterings of metal. It didn't have a face so much as there was a splintered crag where such a thing ought to be, with two empty pits that glowed from deep within.
The dragon roared.
—Sharing the Night, Chapter 10
