Just the poor asshole to breath the spores :( Instinct: to attack

• be Summoned

One of Brigands under Bandit Baron's command. Possibly former soldier or deserter. Vicious and brutal fighter prefering close quarter combat. After Great War there are too many people who only know how to fight. Instinct: To rob and kill

• Find weak target
• Wait silently then ambush
• Flee when pursued

One of Brigands under Bandit Baron's command. Not very good at melee, but very dangerous when he has clear shot at you. Fortunately gunpowder prices are relatively high, and Bandit Baron cannot arm more people with muskets. Instinct: To rob and kill

• Shoot his musket
• Cover and reload
• Run when pursued

Simple villagers transformed into shields of meat by the plant. Instinct: to protect

• Sieze

Great, dark vines that layer over one-another, in almost constant motion. You can't see where it ends and the background begins. A sweet and sickly smell arises from its mass, like rotting vegetation and a sound like tree trunks bending under stress is absorbed by the dank soil walls. Instinct: to expand

• Control
• Venomous Thorns
• Pore Release

Instinct:

• mesmerize, root, acid ink spray, ink cloud.

The Flesh Devil is a manifestation of Bothshevell, the Dark Power of the Flesh. When you first see it, it might appear as an impossibly gorgeous woman, of a strikingly handsome man, but always with ebony black skin and hair, and a cruel smile. The next time you see it, it's sex has likely changed. This Devil delights in corrupting pure souls, and using human's baser impulses against them in an effort to complete that corruption. Instinct: to corrupt

• Confuse and daze with a penetrating stare
• Plant a lascivious suggestion in the back of someone's mind
• Caress flesh with a touch that pleasures and burns
• Disarm a foe by calling out their basest carnal desire

This small bird has beautiful plumage that shimmers between green and bronze in the light, and is believed to have originated through rogue magic or from some chaotic sphere. It is a peaceful creature, but is a cause of much concern for most adventuring parties due to its dietary adaptations. It eats metal, or rather drinks it. Normally acting as any regular songbird, when a source of metal is nearby it will focus its song on the source. If unprotected the metal will begin to enter a liquid state, this can turn a full suit of plate-mail into a large puddle in under a minute. Any metal thus turned will stay so for up to an hour before returning to a solid state. If threatened it will retreat to a safe distance where it can continue its song, and once the danger has passed it will move to drink from the liquid metal. Because of this, many experienced adventuring parties will kill Ingot Birds on sight. Instinct: To drink metal

• Turn a metal item to liquid
• Fly to a safe distance

A large snakelike beast with a bloated body and multiple heads on long snakelike necks, the Hydra usually lairs in swamps or marshy ground. These creatures are even more dangerous than their appearance first suggests, as for every severed head two grow to replace it. The only way to truly slay this beast is to pierce its heart; a difficult prospect, as even if you can find a way past the heads its thick scales and girth protect this vital organ. Instinct: To devour

• Regenerate severed heads
• Attack multiple targets at once
• Swallow whole

A boy running from an institution. He was brought there against his will. He has been the subject of many experiments. All he wants is escape. He begs and begs, “please take me with you”. Later, when you are alone with him, you hear a pop, like a knuckle cracking, then another, and another. More and louder, the boy’s whole body pops and cracks and rearranges itself. The boy grows, 5 feet, 6 feet, 8 feet, 10 feet tall. Bones melt and dissolve as his eyes merge into one and grow, consuming his whole face. Where there were ears, now there are two twisted devilish horns. Where his abdomen was, now a gaping hole exists, soon to be full of curved teeth and spider like mandibles. Within a minute the boys has been transformed into a monster.

With it’s wide jaws, the monster swallows you whole. You struggle, but you cannot feel you hands. You feel yourself drifting to sleep. Paralyzed, unconscious, safe in the belly of the beast as it delivers you to its masters.

Far away, a man stares into a computer screen and smiles. The cybernetic implants, biocatalysts and genegrafts have worked perfectly. The signal is reading clearly, the delivery boy has picked up his cargo and is returning to the rendezvous point.

Instinct: Hunt down the cargo for the master

• Swallow the cargo whole
• Release paralytic gasses
• Barrel through an obstacle