Instinct: To enchant

• Cheating death
• Hypnotize
• Aura of Madness
• A deal with a demon

Brutal and efficient, the Orcs who serve under Ralphidian have sworn an oath to fight with only their bare hands. This makes them no less dangerous on the battlefield. With their imposing size and surprising swiftness, they are capable of dealing a significant blow to any of the smaller mortal races with little more than bare knuckle and well-honed strength. Instinct: to crush their enemies

• Crush with brutal strength
• Leave a foe utterly stunned
• Call for more of its own

Instinct: To follow orders

• Fulfill the contract
• Forward!

Trained in the arts of exotic swordplay, the men and women who serve as Ralphidian's primary force are every bit as loyal as they are dangerous. They are fast. They are devious. They take few prisoners. And worst of all, they are fueled by a religious zeal thanks to Ralphidian's displays of divine power. They have no qualms dying for the man they believe to be the next true king of Tarsis. Instinct: to destroy the enemy

• Strike at a weak point
• Reveal an exotic weapon
• Reveal a dangerous poison
• Call for his or her brothers

At last, you stand before the Empress of the Swarm. Easily ten feet tall, she resembles her slain Queens closely, besides her enormous size and the set of massive insectoid wings protruding from her back. The claws at the end of each of her four arms look easily as sharp as the sword of the fighter standing among you. She gracefully descends from her throne, made of the same honeycomb structure as the rest of the hive. Her eyes light with an alien intellect unlike any you have ever heard of or seen before. Between the plates of her iron-like carapace, a pale light shines forth, familiar only to the Reaper. Instinct: To Rule

• Take to the air
• Show visions of terror
• Refuse Death

Leutenant of the Bloody Knives mercenary guild, in battle he and his men fight as one single body Instinct: To defend

• Crush with his shield
• Formation!

Within the Swarm, there is no questioning one's place in life. Otherwise, such a thing could never exist. It is not entirely clear what it is, a shambling mass of body parts, not entirely matching, held together by globs and globs of ichor, the honey of the hive. The caustic liquid makes a fine weapon, though the shamblers are never sent into battle. Rather, they live out their lives grovelling before the Queen, feeding the larvae on their gelatinous secretions. Instinct: To infest

• Spread Ichor

General commander of the Bloody Knives mercenary company. Instinct: To command

• Charge into battle
• Charge!

Thousands of tiny legs. Thousands. All over, everywhere, descending from the webs of their Behemoth mothers. When left alone, these tiny spider-like Formian beasts will usually kill almost all of their brood in squabbles over food - only the strongest survive to grow into the hulking Behemoths. That said, it is almost as dangerous to encounter a nest of these as their mother. Instinct: To swarm

• Overwhelm with numbers
• Summon more skitterers!

What could be worse than a horde of Formian centurion swarming down on you? When you can't tell how many of them are real. The Hive-priests of the Swarm are rarely seen outside of the hives of the formians, but woe unto them that do encounter one. There's nothing particularly imposing about how they look, as long as you don't find regular Formians imposing. The main feature distinguishing them from the Centurions or workers of the Swarm is their underdeveloped wings, and the fact that they will tear into one's mind, creating hallucinations and pain. Instinct: To control

• Invade the mind of a victim