Gnorri are driven by individual accomplishment and curiosity. This leads some gnorri to want to explore lands above and beyond their aquatic homes. Gnorri appear vaguely humanoid from the torso up, with a tentacular lower trunk. Above water, they exude a protective layer of slime. They range from 8 to 13 feet long and weigh from 250 to 1,500 pounds. They posses an eerie mutability of their flesh and bones. While their basic shape remains solid, everything else is in constant motion, including organs. This trait allows them to withstand sudden trauma to their bodies and even grow or retract limbs, an exhausting process that is limited to four arms. Gnorri have three sexes: female, male, and builder. Builders move mud and stone using an innate magic, allowing them to create homes. Instinct: to learn and hunt

• Build
• Hunter's Call
• Amorphous anatomy

Green Slaadi are power hungry and devious creatures, focused on bolstering their magical powers. They are similar in appearance to frogs, but stand ​over 7 feet. Their green mottled skin allows them to blend into their swamp habitats. They are masters of deception and have the power to polymorph into any humanoid, a physical change that can only be perceived using magical means or after the Slaad's death, whereupon they revert to their original form. While clever, Green Slaadi posses an intelligence similar to that of a human. They are prideful and boisterous, which can be used against them. They bear long claws but prefer to attack from afar. Instinct: protect their secrets

• deceive and manipulate
• humanoid polymorph
• cast fear, darkness, invisibility, telekinesis, and even fireballs.
• excel at trickery

A terrible automaton, spidery in shape, but with the body of a lighthouse beacon. Within it burns the fires of inspiration - something given to it when it was granted terrible animation. Its light can guide others, sure, but it seeks to Illuminate all, granting terrifying inspiration to all that it falls upon, destroying anything and everything that gets in its way in accomplishing this task. What inspiration it grants? Why insight of course, insight into things far beyond that which would trouble normal folk. Along that path lies madness or... ascension. Instinct: To bring light into the dark

• See all that its light touches
• Catch Prey in Brazen Razor-Webs
• Grant inspiration through its mighty rays

The Golem of Repugnata Jagyydshaep. It is a disgusting mass of flesh twisted into shapes that should not be able to locomote and yet it shambles as quick as any man walks and operates tools with its bone-plated extremities. Fear not its horrid form if you see it, as it is merely a husk, designed to house a soul, Repugnata's in particular. That is, of course, unless it glows wickedly with a pulsating green light. Then you should be very, very afraid. Instinct: To rebirth herself from the body of a magically gifted descendant.

• House Repugnata Jagyydshaep's soul
• Manipulate people to do her bidding

Repugnata Jagyydshaep is an ancient sorceress who ruled over the City of Dawn with a blood-drenched fist. Rumor has it that she disappeared one day, miraculously ending her tyrannical reign over the city, but no one knows just what happened to her, though many believe her to be dead. Any who looked upon her felt their eyes ache as a dim, sickly green light rhythmically pulsated from her very being, and her shadow flickered in and out of existence. She spoke slowly and pointedly, emphasizing the last syllables in most words. Instinct: to rule with a blood-drenched fist

• Perform wicked rituals
• Manipulate people to do her bidding
• Cast strange, geometric spells
• Creates strange, geometric golems of flesh and bone to catch her soul in the event she dies

Instinct: Lebenskraft konsumieren um Kraft zu sammel

• Bringe die Welt der Lebenden aus dem Gleichgewicht
• Erschaffe schattenhafte Trugbilder
• Rufe schmerzliche Erinnerungen hervor
• Umschließe einen Bereich und transportiere ihn in eine andere Dimension

A bard's group on a tour have fans. Some fans are insistents. Thus a bodyguard. Instinct: To protect

• Knock out danger
• Save his client

The large, hulking corpse of a wolf beast, inhabited by a disgusting eldritch parasite that emerges from the corpse's mouth. It has a halo of writhing, beckoning tentacles around its head, and more where its tail should be. The parasite's eyes are hollow and empty; it sees from an eye protruding from the center of its exposed ribcage. It has large, sharp claws and a maw full of long, jagged teeth. It seems to speak directly into your head, whispering secrets it never could've known about you - maybe that you never knew about yourself. Instinct: to be worshipped

• Corrupts your thoughts
• It has seen countless empires rise and fall, and knows the ways men, dwarves, elves, and all tend to think.

Il piangente era Dominic Thurgan, misteriosamente scomparso qualche tempo prima. Possedeva un birrificio fuori città, il Birrificio Thurgan, rivale del Birrificio Goldred. Venduto da quest'ultimo al mago, è sfuggito al suo controllo e ora vuole vendetta. Instinct: Uccidere Robert Goldred, capo del birrificio rivale.

• Disorientare con le sue urla strazianti
• Un urlo che crea un'onda d'urto che spinge indietro chi gli sta intorno.

Instinct: Jagen

• Einkreisen