Riesige Bestien, die einst Oger gewesen sein könnten. Seit Elechtels sie mit den Runen unter seine Kontrolle gebracht hat, und sie die Macht dieser Runen nutzen können sind sie die Vernichtensten Einheiten seiner Armee. Instinct: Die Feinde Elechtels vernichten

• Schleudere ein brennendes Geschoss

You know... wolves Instinct: To hunt and scavenge

• Follow prey for miles and miles
• Wolfpack

The Casni nomads of Kuorsix have long resisted attempts at assimilation by more 'civilized' peoples. Long have they made the steppe their home, roaming its vast expanse and surviving off its wild game. They offer aid to the Houses when they can, but ultimately owe allegiance to no one. Instinct: To roam their ancestral land

• Overwhelm a target
• Move as one across the plains

The wicked wood witch is a gigantic spider. An accident turned the once good witch into a fearless monster that will harvest you for potion ingredients, if her saliva doesn't liquidise your insides first, in which case it'll simply use you as food. The silk threads from its gland will stick to anything and can't be destroyed with common weapons. If you encounter the wicked wood witch, your best move is to use your best teleportation spell and just get as far away as possible. Instinct: Use you as a portion ingredient or simply eat you

• Uses threads to immobilise possible prey

The Dwarven city of Damaisithymos Pelegon was decimated in the war. Enough blood was spilled there, folk said, that the very land was cursed with evil. Some nights, they say, the spirits of those who fell return to fight their battles anew... Instinct: To haunt a place of battle

• Fight as it did in life

Only the most righteous, the most pious, the most honorable of servants to the Gods may take on the mantle of Paladin. Lord Zyrres has judged you, boy, and found you wanting. Instinct: To serve Zyrres

• Deny mercy to nonbelievers
• Command with divine authority

Where we come from, hunting is hard. The prey there has psychic defenses (which we honed for them!). But here, here, the prey willingly offer themselves up. All we need do is present ourselves as something pretty, fragrant, or useful. They bend down to gather us. We strike. Hurts a little. At first. Then you get sleepy. Down you go. Dinner time. One blood sack, served fresh. Instinct: To incapacitate and devour

• Read your mind; create something that appeals to you,
• Hide within a bouquet of plants
• Inject you with sleep poison.
• Attach and drain the blood of the unconscious (d6/turn)

We used to be several things. Now, we are one. The discarded pieces of Xogroth's meals, welded together by his viciousness and power, sent forth into the world, amorphous, seeking more of ourselves. Instinct: To serve until it falls apart

• Seek out food for the master
• Unerring location: Once bitten, we (and Xogroth) will always know where you are
• Paralyze and prepare them for delivery.

It must feed. It must. That's all it does. That's all it will do. Hide? It has no need to hide. If you don't go to it, it will come to you. Instinct: To feed

• Squeeze out your mortal soul
• Hideous Gaze: Defy Danger (WIS) or tremble in Fear

Another one of Talthageon's tricks - a creature with a shell of stone and flesh like magma, cloaked by its perfect disguise awaiting the slightest tremor to warn it of approaching prey. Long, whipping tendrils of molten stone emerge from its carapace in the blink of an eye, wrapping around all in sight and dragging it to its fiery maw. Instinct: To ambush

• Disarm a foe
• Ensnare the unsuspecting