"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

A Krazrak is a crimson ice elemental that spreads through living bodies like a mind-controlling fungus. Its frost creeps beneath the skin in branching red crystals, freezing thought and replacing the victim’s will with its own. Those fully claimed become cold, obedient vessels, exhaling scarlet mist as they carry the Krazrak’s infection into warmer lands. Instinct: To spread red ice

• Drain their experience
• Freeze them in place
• Rewrite their memory

The Kevllarma is what would otherwise be a naturally occurring llama in a world where even fur can be affected by intense magical energies. Instinct: protect the herd

• Be stubborn
• circle up

Experiment Chuha could be.... solved? Is this what it was supposed to become or another flawed failure? Who knows? Maybe Silvaril, the Curse-Eater does. Instinct: To define yourself

• Nullify chaos through concentration and dedication

Katima has been divided in three. The party has the aid of Mind and Hope; now they must face Power. Coursing with elemental magic and possessed of little in the way of self-control or reflection, Power is dangerous and mighty--but fragile. Instinct: Recklessly employ magic

• Pour out magic power like water
• Teleporting herself away, or another into, danger
• Elemental magic courses through her
• Her magic destabilizes structure--including anatomy

The Gigantic Snot Glob was originally a byproduct of a Gigant getting sick too close to the Feywood, or quite possibly one being cursed by a Fey so that all of their sicknesses would produce animated snot. Whichever the case, now the globs roam the land in search of just enough fluid to keep rolling, and anything else they can assimilate along the way. Instinct: Assimilate moisture

• Deposit Slime
• Transmit Disease