Keep your mouth shut out here, hear me? Those tree-dwelling savages are listening. Next thing you know, one of us gets lured off in the night cuz we hear you asking for help. Get found in the morning, dead and naked and blue around the throat. Yup, keep your mouth shut, and kill ever damn one o’ those bastards you see. Instinct: to covet

• Mimic noises, words, cries for help
• Hide or vanish into the trees
• Snatch something and dart away

Older than the Flood, this ancient fiend has seen the rise and fall of civilization after civilization. Always it lurks, just out of sight and mind of the mortals that serve it and serve as its prey. It weaves plots like a spider weaves webs, ever expanding its influence yet always remaining hidden. Over the ages, it has twisted entire cities into naught but its pawns and feeding grounds. Yet do not think this some feeble puppetmaster. When cornered or (rarely) surprised, it is shielded by layers of arcane wards woven over centuries. And should you manage to draw its ire with your impudence, miserable sack of flesh that you are, be prepared to face the fury of Hell itself. Instinct: To rule the living and the dead

• Suck the blood, life, and free-will from its victims
• Cloud the minds of mortals
• Summon mists or creatures of the night, or transform itself into such
• Move with impossible speed

"Goat-suckers, you say? Preying on the herd, and now on the villagers? Tell me, have you ever seen one of these elusive creatures? Or found any of their remains? I thought not. Just old wives tales, good sir. Oh, the deaths? Certainly just the peasants trying to avoid their taxes. Then one of them has a grudge to settle, and he thinks these 'chupacabra' stories will cover his tracks. Really, it's the simplest explanation. Now go find me who's responsible for these deaths. The King's taxes must be paid. Oh, yes, and justice served and all that." Instinct: To feed on sweet, warm blood

• Stalk its prey invisibly
• Inject a paralytic venom
• Sap strength and vigor as it drinks