The tree-insect is much like a sitck-insect, but far larger, many of them reaching the size of redwood trees. They tear down old growth trees and drink the heartsap, constantly roaming the plains and forests they call home. The secretions from their leg glands fertilize the disaster they leave behind, but bold tribesmen will clamber up the long legs to steal it and ferment a potent liquor. Those slow enough to be caught up in their might claws will find that tree-insects also crave the heartsap of men. Instinct: to drink the heartsap of trees and men

• Bend the trees with horrible insect strength
• Strike from ambush disguised as a tree
• Rat-sized mites crawl its shell and bite with deadly poison

It's long beak-like mouth is a parody of the plague mask and can vomit forth the foulest of stenches or grotesque parasites by the dozens. It's lesion marked skin is a sickly green to pale white, easily bruised and it's joints and ribs seem ready to gouge their way through at any moment as worms and less nameble things crawl under it's flesh. Whatever other worldly realm they originate from must be a mad parody of our own as they are often garbed robes and carrying reeking incense burners in mockery of men who seek to stem the tide of death and disease. Instinct: Infect the healthy, spread the plague

• Befoul the air around it
• Blight with fever
• Excrete foul parasites