"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

Spores that recreate the moments of the last creature they infected. Anything that comes into contact with them has its memories erased, replaced by the spores' collective knowledge. Instinct: Repeat the past

• Possess the living
• Become incorporeal
• Grow spore - All fungi grow more quickly when they're near
• Parasitic memories

The Skitteritch were once a peaceful race of insects from the black desert. But that was before the Mycelarchs infected them with their psychedelic spores. Now they guard the fungal cities as mindless slaves, heedless of death or danger as they follow their master's will. Instinct: To infect

• Swarm
• Infectious Spore - Rolling a 6- can lead to infection
• Fungal mind

men made of the same dark violet crystal as the glas columns that sprout from the haunted hill of Druggôl. If you cut yourself on the black rose thorns that sprout on that hill be cautious, you might become one of them. The stand like statues in the forest around the cursed mount but might spring into action to defend the site or to punish those who steal from it. Instinct: Defend the haunted hill

• Claw at their faces

Instinct: To steal and to humiliate

• Attack in numbers and overwhelm
• Burning fairy dust
• Bombard with tiny spells to ridicule

“When traveling the Druggenknoll Forest be wary of the small purple fairies that lurk in the trees. They enjoy stealing from anyone who trasspasses on their territory and Hort these valuables in their wasp like nests up in the trees. All thou they are just as big as a hand a warm of them can become quit dangerous quickly. The locals tell me it is best to appease them by dropping offerings at the small fairy shrines along the way.” Instinct: To steal from traspassers

• Slice their pockets, steal their valuables
• Sprinkle burning fairy dust in their eyes
• Ridicule them wit petty spells
• Swarm the weakest link