The muscled brute has been at it for days. It tore down the tower, and when there was no more tower, it simply started bashing the broken rubble. They told him to do it- but they didn't tell him what to do afterwards. Instinct: To follow orders

• Act without fear or sense
• Smash through things
• Shrug off pain and injury
• Speak of the brainslayers while dying

Taller than men, and thin as old bones! They were made of clear crystal they say, and their speech was the humming of a tuning fork! Mighty were their powers, eldest magic, magic of the mind! O' just imagine, your very soul twisted to their ends. Though they mimicked the shape of folk, they moved like spiders in the dark! Just imagine! Lucky the Gods locked 'em up, eh? Instinct: To rule over all things

• Break shards off its own body to use as weapons
• Trap those near in crystal
• Know intimate details
• Dominate the weak
• Give in to decadence

"I scoff at your proposal that I was created by a mortal wizard," looms the huge hovering abomination, "I was born of magic itself; it sustains me, and I for my part seek to reaffirm it's place in the world..." The dark, hulking, twisting monstrosity trails off, his attention drawn elsewhere. One of many glowing eyes turn and flash, a bolt of lightning hits your oldest friend, burning her to a crisp with a final scream. "Ah, where was I?" Instinct: Consume all things arcane

• Unleash raw and terrible magic
• Devour with massive toothy maw
• See through obstacles
• Keep an eye on all things near
• Make deals to further it's needs
• Release what should be kept locked away
• Float over and away from problems