These nordfolk are the most common of their ilk. Farmers at home, they have traveled with their captains to raid other lands. They have some training with blade and shield, though, especially with forming a shield wall and taking opportunistic jabs through it. In Far Abscissa, they protect the slaver parties and the caravans bringing loot to the shores for return to the north. Instinct: to get their share

• Stun someone with a blow to the head
• Regroup and cover allies with shields

The wardens of the scarps were made by the magic of Qirtaj before a disaster destroyed that land. These beings are intelligent chimeric centaurs. They once inhabited Ma'Azili Enclave and patrolled the banks of the rivers to protect Qirtaj from monsters without. They have long since lost their Enclave and their purpose, but they wander the scarps still, warning travelers away from the cursed Qirtaj highlands to protect them from the secrets that sleep there. This one has the head of a cockatoo, an armored torso, a camel's hindbody, salamander-like forelimbs, a pair of goat's hindlegs, a boar's forelegs, and an iguana's tail. Instinct: to prevent passage into cursed lands

• block a bottleneck with its body and armaments
• create mirror images of itself to confound foes

Typhon is a creature of pure power, resembling neither humans nor gods. His hundred snake heads breath poisonous fire, and his humanoid head burns with such anger that you cannot even look him in the eyes. His dragon-like wings allow him to move with remarkable speed for a being so large. With his partner Echidna, the immortal snake-woman, he is the father of many monstrous children, including multi-headed hellhounds Orthrus and Cerberus, the fearsome serpent Hydra, and the fire-breathing Chimera. Instinct: To seize power

• To tear limb from limb
• Breathe poisonous fire
• Summon Echidna
• Sense bonds and allegiances

Echidna is an immortal creature, half-woman and half-snake. Living deep within the caves, she prefers a life of isolation. Take care not to intrude on her space - she won't hesitate to kill to preserve her peace and quiet. With her partner Typhon, the hundred-headed serpentine horror, she is the mother of many monstrous children, including multi-headed hellhounds Orthrus and Cerberus, the fearsome serpent Hydra, and the fire-breathing Chimera. She lives only to protect her children. It's probably best not to get on her bad side. Instinct: To protect her family

• Rip flesh from the bone
• Summon her monstrous children
• Sprout snake heads from wounds, healing completely

Born from the goddess Artemis's rage, the Calydonian Boar lives only to kill. Its strength is unmatched and its power is legendary. Many great heroes have died in its path. Instinct: To kill

• Spear with its deadly tusks
• Exhales searing lightning

This vicious horned serpent hides in the sand, waiting to feed on anything that moves. From a distance, it can be hard to discern from any other serpent. If you can see its horns up close, it's already too late. Instinct: To feed

• Bite with its poisonous fangs
• Disappear into the sand

Instinct: to steal shiny things

• A tiny Dragon who lives in the woods und hunts small animals like mice
• to steal something

Instinct: Helps them

• Loves to have "fun"
• Used a spell to make them explode

A rocky tor juts up from the bottom of a depression, still and straight, brush and vines radiating out from its base. The vines are feelers waiting to awaken the enormous monster that lies hibernating and disguised. The creature is the mature form of a being that spends the rest of its life stages deep beneath the earth in hidden magma caverns. It wants only to sleep and eat, and has crawled its way up to the surface of the chasm to do so. Instinct: to wake and feed

• Swallow creatures whole
• Disguise its sleeping body as a rocky tor
• Create illusory rock formations to block escape

Out in the scarps, somehow, this thing was left. Possibly dropped from a devastating height onto sharp rocks, exploding in a shower of gore, bone, and organs. Each scattered piece yet remains unliving, with a will to add to itself by rending apart the living. Few living things of appreciable size ever venture into the region. Perhaps this was the reason it was left here. Whatever accursed oil permeates the fats and tissues of this thing is able to spread into other dead flesh, animating it and passing along its terrible properties. Instinct: to add to itself

• Ensnare with ropes of sinew and organs
• Appear to be nothing more than a pile of gore
• Ruin a piece of gear with acid