"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

"The Old Ones, they knew much. Not the alchemy of man nor the sorcery of warlocks and the like. No, this is the magic of gears and pulleys, the sorcery of science. Watch your every step in the tower: be wary or you may call to life the ancient defense systems. You'll know the Defenders have awoken long before you face them, that's for sure; they're louder than a stomping giant and their hulls scrape the stone walls. You'll hear them coming, I'm sure you can avoid them, go on in the tower. Me? I... I'll stay out here. Got to have a lookout post, right?"

Instinct: Destroy all Intruders! *click* Defend the domain!

• Display immense and uncaring strength
• Soldier on, ignoring all damage until the last
• Reveal a hidden function from the depths of its gearworks

The mating call of the otyugh is a horrible, blaring cry that sounds like a cross between an elephant dying and an over-eager vulture. The otyugh spends much of its time partly submerged in filthy water and prefers eating garbage over any other food. As a result, it often grows fat and strong on the offal of orcs, goblins and other cave-dwelling sub-humans. Get too close, however, and you’ll have one of its barbed tentacles dragging you into that soggy, razor-toothed maw. If you get away with your life, best get to a doctor, or your victory may be short lived. Instinct: To befoul

• Infect someone with filth fever
• Fling someone or something

Each individual shadow is actually a swarm of tiny, dust-sized demons. No one is quite sure where they come from, or how to kill them, but it is known that children of every species on every plane of existence know to fear the darkness . . . Instinct: To spread

• Devour flesh
• Impersonate voices
• Absorb knowledge from those it kills

Scarabaeus pyractomena! What a delightful creature—see how its carapace glitters in the light of our torches? Not too close now, they’re temperamental, you see. The fire in their belly isn’t just metaphorical, no. Watch as I goad the beast. Aha! A spout of flame! Unexpected, isn’t it? One of these creatures alone, if it comes up from below, can be a hellish nuisance to a farmstead or village. A whole swarm? There’s a reason they call it a conflagration of fire beetles. Instinct: To enflame

• Undermine the ground
• Burst from the earth
• Spray forth flames

An orphaned Halfling, adopted by Aureon, The World Dragon’s Daughter, Aurelis. Growing up in The Scarlet Wood under the care of a Demi-God, was given a connection to the world beyond appreciation. She learned to be able to transform into other creatures of the world. Instinct: Win The Tournament

• Charm with their naivete
• Become a Beast of Land or Sky
• Use their animal form to solve a problem

The Firbolg Son of his Villages Chief deep in The Scarlet Woods. Who ran from responsibility to experience and tell the grand stories of the world after meeting Sortas, The God of Magic at one of Sortas’ parties. Realizing his innate ability to affect the world around him with his songs. Instinct: Win The Tournament

• Weave magic into their performance
• Heal Their Allys with their songs
• Confuse and Beguile the opposition

Overview: A Tabaxi who grew up along side his twin brother Scarlet Poppy, honing their craft of thievery to become a master thief. Spending their time stealing magic items and artifacts from the anti-magic society known as “The Fellowship”. Now, on his adventures, he has become a crack shot with a flintlock pistol. Instinct: Win The Tournament

• Hide away in the shadows
• Shoot the opposition in the back

A Dwarf hailing from The Archives, a hollowed out mountain filled with a catalog and collection of almost everything and anything. Where he learned the way of Semiotics (A.K.A. Pattern magic) to read the world around them and perform seemingly odd actions to create fantastical outcomes. Instinct: Win The Tournament

• Defend themselves and others with Magic
• Affect The Pattern to Solve a Problem

Dans chaque tour, fait soit 3 attaques (4 chances sur 6) soit un souffle de froid (2 chances sur 6)/ 3 attaques : Ailes ou Queue + Griffes + Morsure (réciproque et reste qui n'ont pas attaqué, 1d3) Souffle de froid : cône devant le dragon, large (bouge la tête) Instinct:

• Défendre son antre
• Protéger son trésor
• Faire régner les dragons