"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

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

The Hoarding Dragon, also referred to as the Trash Dragon takes it's kin's attraction to great piles of wealth to unhealthy, obsessive extremes. Where other Dragons will collect hoards of precious metals and jewels, the Hoarder Dragon is not so discerning. It will collect any rubbish, trash, or miscellany it finds. A Trash Dragon's hoard is often made up of worthless items and objects that It has picked up and simply cannot part with. It clings to these things, overstuffing it's lair to the point where it can barely move without causing avalanches of rubbish. Trash Dragons are seen as pitiable, pathetic creatures, but despite the trouble they cause, very few will seek out and kill them. While most of their hoard is worthless junk, there can sometimes be rare magical or valuable items in amongst the dross. Instinct: To hoard trash and mundane items to excess

• When you feel threatened or uneasy, recede into your hoard.
• When your hoard is threatened, make weak arguments as to why you need every single item.
• When they steal something, chase them, and beg for it back
• When they kill you, pass your compulsion to them.

Jaryk was always amused when the called him "the Mad." Was it madness that brought him such power? Madness that let him walk the planes of existence? Madness that has allowed him to shake reality to its core? Well, maybe, but we're in too deep to turn back now. Instinct: to bend reality to his will

• Alter reality
• Bend will
• Rebuff magic
• Use magic to deceive

Dyv's mother always said he'd make a great scholar someday, but after she sold him to the Sand Wyrm gang for being too neurotic he gave that idea up. Still, he's not the dimmest candle in the Sand Wyrms, and it got him ahead a bit. Now he's part of an elite group, if Dipp is to be believed, and surely his luck has turned around at last. Instinct: to avoid harm

• Attacks from a distance
• Pocket Sand - Attempts to blind enemies who get too close
• His nervous tick gives him away

Duk was really happy to be on a team. I mean, He'd always gotten picked for teams growing up, maybe because he was a foot taller than most of the people he knew, but Dipp said he picked Duk for his brains, which made him feel good. He just wished he knew what "sarcastic" meant when Dipp says he's being that way. Instinct: to crush his problems

• Follows Dipp as best he can
• Can take a licking
• When in doubt, flex

Dipp was never the strongest or fastest or brightest of the Sand Wyrm gang... or the the wisest or most charismatic... but at least his cronies Duk and Dyv listened to him. Someday he knows he'll reach the big time - organized crime middle management. Instinct: to overcompensate

• Bully to make himself feel better
• When the going gets tough, get out of there!
• Hold a grudge for making him look bad

This is the way the world ends. The material plane shall be consumed by this otherworldly force, an immense 8 limbed Instinct: To rend the world to chaos

• Slowly digest reality