"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

The mating call of the otyugh is a horrible, blaring cry that sounds like a cross between an elephant dying and an over-eager vulture. The otyugh spends much of its time partly submerged in filthy water and prefers eating garbage over any other food. As a result, it often grows fat and strong on the offal of orcs, goblins and other cave-dwelling sub-humans. Get too close, however, and you’ll have one of its barbed tentacles dragging you into that soggy, razor-toothed maw. If you get away with your life, best get to a doctor, or your victory may be short lived. Instinct: To befoul

• Infect someone with filth fever
• Fling someone or something

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

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

A disturbing hybrid of demon flesh and armor, the Shell Demon is a squatty walking spiked ball of platemail. With tiny legs and short arms this demon's greatest strength is its sturdy armor. Usually serving as guards in confined spaces such as castles, caves, and tombs. The beasts make up with their lack of mobility by rolling themselves at great pace in straight lines. Instinct: Protect and Serve

• Rolling Spike Ball
• Sightless Sight

It looks like a gnoll, but almost three times its normal size, muscles that seem almost physically impossible, and a disturbing look of blissful mindlessness. It remains in manacles and chains until released onto the battlefield, implying other gnolls don't even trust it to be free. Instinct: Destruction is Funny

• Complete Destruction
• Juggle People

A hunched over hulk of a beast with large bat-like ears, tiny black eyes, and with gray skin covered in small but smooth spikes. Around the size of a human when walking, it uses its arms and legs for movement. Uses a system of clicking sounds to communicate with others and to sense their surroundings. Lives in caves and underground structures where its keen hearing can help locate prey and utilize ambush points. Instinct: Hunts

• Keen Hearing
• False Sounds
• Suddenly Appear

This is dave, stealer of fries, eater of souls, slapper of kings, brother of greg. Instinct: to consume

• eats fries
• dave likes to steal your fries when you're not looking

Wait, what did that thing look like again??? kinda like a dog, or was it god... man spelling is hard. Instinct: consume moments and memories

• eat the past
• cant be hit by things moving fast
• if you feed it something that it really likes it might give you someone elses memory