"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

It's a brown bear. if you dont know what that is I'm sorry but its too late for you Instinct: to feast

• The Grizzly will always sniff out food nearby

when one of the goblins in a hoard is just a little bit bigger and smarter than the others, they will often take over the hoard, becoming a Goblin Boss. The new Boss will boss all the others around until either they die in a raid, or a bigger smarter goblin kills them and takes the spot Instinct: to hoard

• Boss the gobbos around
• Lay traps and fight dirty
• Call on minions

Ne peut pas être touché par une arme physique classique Instinct: Servir Astrogha

• Souffle spectral
• Coup spectral

Instinct: Avoir de l'argent

• Attaquer au couteau
• Prendre par derrière
• Combattre en avantage numérique

Slumbering within caves, these massive monoliths of muscle live to destroy anything that moves. When reared up on their clawed hind legs they stand at a staggering 9 ft tall. Even when hunched over on their massive arms, they still tower over the usual adventurer. Their horns are caked in the blood of their previous victims including the ones on their back. They decorate their bald heads with glittering gemstones they find while patrolling the depths. Their 3 glowing red eyes that peer out from the darkness are a sign to anyone they should have turned back long ago. Their flesh regenerates from any attack unless dealt with fire or acid. Instinct: To Smash

• Hurl Something or Someone
• Undo the effects of an attack (unless caused by a weakness, your call)
• Gore the weak on its horns
• Tear them limb from limb