A shade demonic presence, summoned to possess and inhabit other beings (known as the accursed). If the accursed it inhabits is killed becomes the enraged. Instinct: Inhabit a living being

• Possess

The demon - animated corpse of an accursed human. Takes on demonic attributes such us leathery skin, elongated clawed hands and sharpened teeth Instinct: Attack all with vengeful fury

• Consume lifeblood (goes for the throat)

Instinct: Arcane commands

• Protecting

Estos son de los nobles que sobrevivieron a las llamas de Parivaiz y que estan furiosos por recuperar su reino. Confiados en los engaños y las simulaciones esperan poder traccionar a sus propios enemigos contra si mismos. Han conservado las artes mas sigilosas y ponzoñosas de la macabra corte de Fides para tratarse con el mundo. Instinct: Acaparar poder

• Asesinar
• Arroja bombas de humo
• Engaña

"Clink, clink, clink." The silence of the streets of Lindblum is broken by the uneven clattering and clinking of countless daggers and knives under the red cloak of Redwing. They have been haunting these streets for a century now, killing dozens of citizens in the dark alleyways of Downtown. They argue with themselves, new faces and voices forming and reforming, bickering and bantering about what they do tonight. Who they eat and what to do next. They spot someone in the dark, misty alleyway ahead, locking the backdoor to a bar for the night. The mouths on the creature smile. They saunter forward, and pull out two daggers. The barkeep turns around, too late to react, as the rusty knives reach his neck, and with a brutal strength, lop the man's head off. Blood gushing out the neck and up the walls of the alley. Redwing picks up the head, and swallows it in one gulp. Whats left in the morning is a body on the ground, and two dark, crimson wings arcing out from the ground and up the walls. Instinct: 1: Preserve itself 2: Eat

• Chop, slice, and decapitate
• Infect cut wounds with dirty knives
• Stun with fear
• Run away before it dies

Just your average Cave Lizard here. Move along, nothing to see. Mind the sticky, crystalline web strands, though. And please, step over the cocooned Dwarf. Instinct: To catch and cocoon

• Wail them to sleep
• Spin a sticky, crystal web
• Sniff out treasure

Instinct:

A snail swarm is a mindless carpet of cannibalistic snails. They'll stop eating each other long enough to eat any warm-blooded creature that wanders nearby. Instinct: to strip flesh to the bone

• advance towards heat

The Corrupt Despoiler looks like a man, but moves with the unnerving jerks of a creature that is not quite sure how to control these limbs. Then it lifts in the air and begins to flies directly at its prey. Blue light glows from the eye holes in the plate helmet as it waves its mace in the air while approaching. Instinct: To be left alone

• smash

Hiding between crates and fabrics, in the small places that most people won't look. Tiny scorpions defend their nest with their sharp stingers. Do not Instinct:

• Sting
• Inject poison