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Golem es una piedra viviente creada por un antiguo mago. Es inmune a los ataques físicos.[1] Un ser de piedra viviente que ha sido encantado con magia negra. Puede reconocer el lanzamiento de hechizos, pero se mueve increíblemente lento debido a su problema de peso.[2] Instinct: Destruir

• Aplastar

Amistoso, buscará alimentarse de lo que sea Instinct: Alimentarse

• Come cosas

It rules over a tribe of kobolds. It usually doubles or triples in size compared to it's brethren. They live in caves and illuminate them because they are afraid of the darkness. They all have a light source on them for this reason. The lord has the biggest light source on top of its head. They prefer non magical items to illuminate the darkness, since it is easier to maintain for them, like candles or torches. The Kobolds are humanoid shaped rat&mole like people, about half the size of an average human. Their face is similar to a rat, while their hand feature mole like claws. Parts of their bodies is covered with fur. They dress is cloth and ragged leather armor and some kinda of helmet with a lightsource. the helmets range from normal helmets to bandanas, some who can't afford these also use thrown out utensils like a cooking pods or something they can wear. They dig for minerals to trade with others but prefer to keep it all to them self. Instinct: Protect itself from darkness

• Pickaxe attack
• throw rubble
• stomp

Instinct: To Swell

• Drag things into the lake

Mermatron, bah! A cute name, so that sailors won't be afraid of what lurks in the dark depths. It's she that makes the fishmen, she that leads them them, cares for them, protects them. She's big as a tuna, smart as dolphin, & uglier than a cheap dockside harlot. Mermatron, more like hag-fish... Instinct: to grow its brood

• Defend its children
• Turn the tides (literally) against them
• Infect them with a bite
• Lavish them with twisted affection

It's not the blood-flecked lips or rotten-seaweed stench that makes them so horrible. It's the unblinking eyes, dozens of them, staring up at you from the dark waters. And the knowing, that all you are could be lost behind those lifeless eyes, black eyes, like doll's eyes. Instinct: to school together

• Seek the shelter of the water
• Go into a feeding frenzy
• Show it was once a man

The finest temples are behemoths fashioned from marble, gold, & ivory. The better to show the majesty of the gods to the common folk, the priest says. He, too, is a behemoth: grown fat on rich food & swathed in silk, gold, & rubies. I bear the blessings of the gods, the priest says. One can scarcely hear him over the jingling of the offering plates. Instinct: to skin the sheep

• Malappropriate divine teachings
• Offer a double-edged blessing
• Surround itself with zealots

Instinct: Atacar e assustar invasores do seu 'reino'

• Mostrar o pior lado da Ambição
• Conduz ratazanas a sua defesa
• Afoga o heroi em ratazanas

Wildlife upon the alien shores of the moon itself are strange indeed. Condors have their own representatives in the lunar courts it is said, and although they maintain quite the resemblance to terrestrial condors, their time spent up above has elevated them both literally and figuratively. Supposedly taken back to the moon by some traveller or another, the exact origin matters not. What matters more is how their power has grown, and so has their intellect. Arrogant and predatory, they are a threat if any weakness is shown. So try not to do that. Instinct: To fly free

• Strike fast from upon high
• Retreat to upon high
• Call forth to more of your avian brethren
• Fascinate peons with a rain of your silvery feathers