Large, hundred-legged insects tunnel out from frozen soil around you. In groups of a dozen or more they swarm, each one a meter long, tipped with finger-sized mandibles on their head and pincers double that on their tail end. Their multitude of legs hurries them along the earth, allowing them to cling even to a vertical rock surface, gliding across it like serpents on water. The carapace covering their bodies is glimmering black and brown, tipped with white frost on the edge of each chitin plate. There is nothing they want more than to than find a warm body to consume. Instinct: to seek warm flesh

• Crawl into a tight place (Knapsack, armor, etc.)
• Infect something with frost-rot

Gobbin help noble heroes. Gobbin took your pointy-sticks to be polished before big fight; Gobbin jus' forget where he took them. Is okay, becasue Gobbin made you new pointy-stick from twigs in swamp. Gobbin meet new friends in swamp and told them where camp is, they bring you many pointy-sticks after sun goes out, they say. Instinct: to be persistant

• Annoy the crap out of the party
• Be somewhere nobody wants you to be
• Distract someone at a dire moment
• Vanish before anyone can take out their anger on it

Tossed into the great ocean that encircles the world; The serpent grew so large that he was able to surround the earth and grasp his own tail. As a result, he received the name of the World Serpent. When he lets go, the world will end. Instinct: To consume whole.

• Spit forth venom
• Ambush from below

Few people have ever see one, even fewer lived to tell about it. A lithe body like a cat, maybe a panther, but larger. Its skin, streched tight over its bones, is made of stoney scales that blend into the granite like a chameleon. Its legs, of which it has eight! Each one tipped with dagger-like claws. On a long gooseneck, its head carries long teeth for sawing flesh. Even if you see it before it rends you to pieces, it will be too late, for its glassy eyes are so horrible that once you meet its gaze, you are frozen in place, an easy catch for the stalker of the badlands. Instinct: To petrify its prey

• Silently stalk its prey unseen
• Trick prey into meeting its stoney gaze
• Paralyze with its gaze

The unworldly flames of the death dragon, Nidhogg, charred the flesh as it stripped away the soul. The un-living husks left behind roam their scorched ruins, trapped in the agonizing moment of death, still feeling the fire on their withered skin. The most horrifying part is the scream they make as their lungs expel the smoke and flames which fill their insides. Instinct: to turn life to ash

• Char the flesh of the living
• Spew forth flames and smoke
• Swarm with other Ash Walkers