The Nasalem are ofcourse merely this core, everything else is an extension of its will. But what its true purpose is is a mystery. It builds its workers, and defends itself if necessary, but why? Or for who? Perhaps it is a vanguard for something greater? But if someone made this they must have been powerful indeed... Instinct: To build and defend

• Divine worlds suitable for colonisation
• Reshape the world around you
• Conjure more crystals to create more minions
• Manipulate gravity to your ends

Astronomers with powerful enough telescopes have reported strange sightings upon the moon's surface. Stranger than normal, at least. Meteors crashing, but then for the crash site to reshape itself into some kind of boxy device, and then for humanoid figures with black crystalline spheres ensconced where a head would be rise out of the rocks and began rapidly reshaping the surrounding lands forming... at first a keep to house the device, followed by more and more fortifications and other structures surrounding it, like that they are building a fortress. Eventually when they are 'done' the drones seem to just mill around, maintaining the fortress, guarding it, and patrolling the surrounds. But why? Scholars are in debate as to their purpose but the most common theory is that this is a forward base being built for... someone else's arrival. But who, or what? Instinct: To serve the Nasalem Core

• Reshape the ambient landscape with ease
• Rapidly regenerate body from ambient materials (except core)

The Nomi are known to be enlightened mothfolk that dwell on the moon. They have few dwelling-places but the places that they do, as seen by astronomers, seem to be huge tower-cities which upon their tops are ensconsed a huge brilliant shining light. Tales tell of them being creatures of unity, that they are not known for being particularly private and communicate mostly through their telepathy. They adore light and the flame, and their lantern-bearers are their most common soldiers because of this. Perhaps not the greatest of warriors but their unique abilities can make them a dangerous force if threatened, and luckily they seem mostly complacent on that cold, distant object. Instinct: To follow the light

• Emanate choking, blinding Nomi Dust
• Wield light magic with precision and dedication
• Psionically light the beacons, drawing more Nomi to the flame
• Use telepathic abilities to a disquieting degree

The Gansa thankfully lair on the moon. Swanfolk, it is said, their beauty and allure is only outmatched by their ferocity and brutality - a powerful arrogance that stems from their divine blessings. It is said a lunar deity blesses them so, and because of this they see themselves as the true inheritors of all that they desire. These blessings do not just make them a danger in of themselves, oh no, if only it were so simple. Unfortunately if any are slain it is very possible that this will rouse the ire of their patron, and from there stems a terrible death curse. Few wish to fight them, out of fear and apprehension if anything else. The mere threat of them arriving here should be more than sufficient reason to draw up plans. However it is best to just hope that they... don't. Yet it is said when the moon is full that they can glide down upon its rays to our world. Let's just hope that they are too busy on the moon itself to bother us... Instinct: To take what is yours (everything)

• Break bones with ease under a vicious assault
• 'Sing' the song of good battles - beckoning forth more kin
• 'Sing' songs of psionically empowered emotions and enchantment

Trained in the use of poison, assassins are remorseless killers who work for nobles, guildmasters, Sovereigns, and anyone else who can afford them. Instinct: Silence those who resist

• Fight with silent cunning
• Apply poison to a weapon
• Spring a trap
• Hides in shadows
• Tangle in webs

Blazing green flames and mad, echoing laughter surround an undead flameskull. This disembodied skull blasts foes with fiery rays from its eyes and dreadful spells called up from the dark recesses of its memory. Instinct: To keep watch

• Patrol it's route
• Revive unless sprinkled with holy water
• Blast a whole room with fire
• Briefly conjure a shield

Instinct: Protect valuable things

• Track people by heat
• Shoot cannonballs
• Protect assets

Instinct: Protect valuable things

• Track people by heat
• Shoot cannonballs
• Protect assets

The Yut are a rare sight beyond their native land - the moon. Most Yut soldiers are trained in the use of their characteristic pale white stone staves, but even their footsoldiers hold the potential for transmutation that they share. It is said that on the moon the Yut have built many wondrous structures thanks to their natural ability towards transmutation and their skill in alchemy. Their proclivity towards a unified society has made great use of these skills. For it does not matter the strength of one Yut, but the strength of many. Instinct: To serve the burrow

• Frustrate and interfere with deft staff blows and tricks
• Transmute things in contact with you (or your staff) psionically
• Launch an alchemical signal flare to summon reinforcements
• Spring forth and back with alarming alacrity

This is no mere elder oblex--though it is likely to have started as one. Somehow, the Cult of the Burning Eye have discovered a way to technologically support an oblex even though it has consumed an enormous quantity of memories. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of individuals have been drained by it, and without magitech aid, it would surely collapse into self-destructive insanity very quickly. Its bond to Zuheyra, the leader of the so-called "Flameseekers," further stabilizes its form and allows it to see and hear far beyond the limits of an ordinary oblex. Destroying it will be tricky, but it seems to retain the ordinary oblex's weakness to fire... Instinct: To absorb all minds

• Subsume minds into its menagerie
• Psy-spells of illusion and mind-manipulation
• Able to bend the rules of space