"Good morning," the Thing in the Well calls, "And how are we doing this morning Mrs. Westmen?" -- "Just wonderfully. How have you been keeping, Thing?" -- "Fine, fine. A little peckish, a bit in the mood for, you know, a nibble, a bite to eat. But don't worry yourself, perfectly fine." -- "It's quite alright Thing, I was just thinking I should bring by some lunch. How does a ham sound?" -- "You are too kind Mrs. Westmen, just too kind..." -- The Thing in the Well has lived in the village for longer than anyone can remember. It is traditional to fix regular meals for the Thing, and to present it with a sheep or pig on special occasions. Years ago a boy went down the well on a dare. He never returned. The subject has not been broached in the presence of the Thing. Instinct: To devour

• Politely collect tribute
• Leverage townspeople through secrets
• Purify water
• Hide in darkened waters

"The Old Ones, they knew much. Not the alchemy of man nor the sorcery of warlocks and the like. No, this is the magic of gears and pulleys, the sorcery of science. Watch your every step in the tower: be wary or you may call to life the ancient defense systems. You'll know the Defenders have awoken long before you face them, that's for sure; they're louder than a stomping giant and their hulls scrape the stone walls. You'll hear them coming, I'm sure you can avoid them, go on in the tower. Me? I... I'll stay out here. Got to have a lookout post, right?"

Instinct: Destroy all Intruders! *click* Defend the domain!

• Display immense and uncaring strength
• Soldier on, ignoring all damage until the last
• Reveal a hidden function from the depths of its gearworks

Scarabaeus pyractomena! What a delightful creature—see how its carapace glitters in the light of our torches? Not too close now, they’re temperamental, you see. The fire in their belly isn’t just metaphorical, no. Watch as I goad the beast. Aha! A spout of flame! Unexpected, isn’t it? One of these creatures alone, if it comes up from below, can be a hellish nuisance to a farmstead or village. A whole swarm? There’s a reason they call it a conflagration of fire beetles. Instinct: To enflame

• Undermine the ground
• Burst from the earth
• Spray forth flames

Each individual shadow is actually a swarm of tiny, dust-sized demons. No one is quite sure where they come from, or how to kill them, but it is known that children of every species on every plane of existence know to fear the darkness . . . Instinct: To spread

• Devour flesh
• Impersonate voices
• Absorb knowledge from those it kills

Some are wont to lump these little, rat-like dragon-men in with goblins and orcs, bugbears and hobgoblins. They are smarter and wiser than their kin, however. The kobolds are beholden slaves to dragons and were, in ancient times, their lorekeepers and sorcerer-servants. Their clans, with names like Ironscale and Whitewing, form around a dragon master and live to serve and do its bidding. Spotting a kobold means more are near—and if more are near then a mighty dragon cannot be far, either. Instinct: To serve dragons

• Lay a trap
• Call on dragons or draconic allies
• Retreat and regroup

Les trolls des sables sont d'énormes humanoïdes à la peau noirâtre et à la force surhumaine. Solitaires dans l'âme, ils ne se mêlent que rarement à leur congénère. Il ont un appétit sans fin, et dévorer des races intelligentes ne leur fait pas peur. Instinct: Destructeur

• Brises des os
• Cri de rage
• Collectionne les trophées

Les misérables des cités, complotant pour voler, abuser et arriver à assouvir leurs sordides désirs. Ils se promènent généralement en groupe. On les sent avant de les voir ! Instinct: Voler

• Comploter

Les chasseurs des sables rouges ont la même base génétique que les humains, mais la vie dans le désert les as rendu plus petit, plus squelettique et d'autant plus fourbes. Ils capturent toute sortes d'espèces, intelligente ou non, pour les vendre aux cité-état au nord du Désert des sables rouges. Instinct: Capturer

• Créer une embuscade
• Se cacher dans le sable
• Cri d'appel

Depuis la nuit des temps, les araignées géantes aiment se repaître des êtres assez idiots pour se faufiler dans leur repère. Elles aiment les endroits sombre duquel elles peuvent attaquer leurs proies sans être vues ou en les piégeant dans leurs toiles solides. Instinct: Augmenter son garde manger

• Capturer une proie
• Se cacher au plafond
• Poison

Les hommes-serpents du culte de Xearea sont de puissants magiciens. Ils sont très présents dans le désert de sang où les hommes serpents vivent. Instinct: Tuer les sang-chauds

• Prier pour sa déesse
• Créer des hallucinations
• Drainage et Feu