An ogre from the far east. He serves as the third general of the Gilded Chain mercenaries. His intellect is matched only by his cruelty. Instinct: Weave dark sorcery

• Lead the third warband of the Gilded Chain
• Control the weather
• Face of Your Father

A giant who was enslaved by the sorcerer Raigen. No one knows how he bound the beast, but his hatred for mankind has only grown since his captivity. Instinct: Overturn the puny works of mortals

• Serve the sorcerer Raigen

Great beasts of the savannah, trained for combat. Instinct: Crush and destroy

• Charge into battle

The chimera is what happens when nature makes a mistake it refuses to correct. Built like a bear but low and aggressive, dark fur over dense muscle that simply endures. The head is pure mountain lion — wide and flat with amber eyes that carry no hesitation, flanked by two heavy curved goat horns that sweep back like something carved from rock. The claws are enormous, each capable of splitting stone. Across its back sits a thick tortoise shell, plated and ancient, dark green-grey like lichen covered stone — attacking from above or behind is an answer that gets people killed. The scorpion tail rises from beneath the shell's rear edge, segmented and heavy, curling upward with the stinger positioned like a second head waiting for its turn. There is no good side to stand on. Instinct: Protect territory

• Attack with tail

War alchemists from the Gold Coast. Their wisdom is matched only by their cruelty. Instinct: Release chaos on the battlefield

• Melt hinges, locks, or gate reinforcements
• Smoke bombs
• Ignite something valuable

The shock troopers of the Gilded Chain mercenaires. The whole host stands chained to one another, dragging even the corpses of their fellow warriors to use as shields. Instinct: Advance no matter the cost

• Form a shield wall
• Call on support
• Rush forward into battle

A huge mangy humanoid beast with thick hide and groupings of dirty clustered hair. Sporting an arsenal of muscles capable of ripping a man in half, these monstrous creatures sport a set of numerous sharp teeth; some that don't even to serve a function. What's worse is even if a group manages to defeat this foul beast they then must deal with the huge fleas that infest it. Instinct: Kill and Eat

• Rip People Apart
• Dire Flea Clouds

Al-Qabus. High Yawatim. Anzagar. Shay al-Qawm. Hulum. It has many names, for it tastes the dreams of mortal and noble-genie alike. Sustained for over a thousand years on the spirits of the few who could not escape the Sky-Palace, its true goal is simple: Become fully real, and escape with its Dream-Censer, to found its own court where dream and reality blur until they cannot be separated. But it needs power. The King and Queen it consumed simply gave it the ability to manifest on its own; it must merge with a being of sufficient power to truly live. And now it has a captive noble genie...and will do anything to secure its position, tell any lie, kill any opponent, despoil any place necessary to succeed. Anzagar may not be of genie blood, but it has a genie's ambition...and none of the restraint. Instinct: To absorb minds and power

• Weave dreams into deceptions and deceptions into dreams
• Stealing thought, memory, and dream to disguise itself
• Illusions and consumption are its magic
• Every strike can steal memories--or implant them
• It can see the true natures of things and glimpse past and future

Basically a humanoid sized ambulatory fungus. It walks on two legs and has arms. The cap is the head. They are not violent and do not look for trouble, just wanting to be left alone. They use spores both to communicate and to stun attackers. They can also hack and slash with their arms. Instinct: Nothing, it wants a peaceful existence. Sometimes there is a conflict for resources.

• Rapport spores: It casts spores into the air, anything that is not an undead, a construct or an elemental can communicate with them telepathically.
• It uses telepathy to communicate with others.

Instinct: Autodifesa

• Bastone