At first glance, the Games Master appears to be nothing more than a man wearing a dark hooded cloak and a mask. On closer observation, he seems to be made from smoke and shadows. He calls adventurers to him from across time and the void. He tasks them with a mission, willing them to succeed and further is shadowy plans. Then he patiently waits for the heroes to rise or to be vanquished by their enemies. He seems emotionless, passionless, but yet he cares. When the heroes are successful, they become his tools to carry out his will and his plan for Dungeon World. Instinct: To send adventurers off on errands

• Teleport adventurers to a crossroads from across space and time
• Create illusions of smoke and shadows
• Cast flashy spells
• Command the tides of chance and fortune

Living in and around the canyon lands of Wang Fu these pests have a weakness for eating stock and drinking strong beer. When they die they explode leaving a smelly pile of sulfurous ash. Soon after from the ash will sprout two gobs (small goblins) that grow into full sized exploding goblins in a few short weeks. A real pest, and hard to get rid of Instinct: To multiply and overrun

• Blow up in a fiery conflagration when killed
• Call for others who are likely around the corner

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.

"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