While it appears to be a normal scarecrow on its post, it watches you intently from afar. Once you get close enough to examine it it lunges at you. Instinct: To steal souls

• Surprise attack
• It strikes when you least expect

Humanoid, but not human. Man-sized at rest, it unfolds to double that size when fighting. Long, thin arms lash out to rend flesh and draw blood. Conquered foes are drained of all moisture, left behind as desiccated husks. Instinct: To drink until all has been drunk

• Feast on the body's water

When a Dry One feeds, the husks are discarded and left behind in its wake. Some of them get back up. Desiccated but still somehow mobile, animated entirely by an unquenchable thirst. Too mindless to use weapons, they can only paw at their targets - but their touch drains moisture from breath and skin, and the gods help you if they get to your blood. Instinct: to seek moisture

• Swarm and grasp
• Steal the body's water

The Spear-Thanes are elite troops of the fae-lords. When it comes to open battle, they will be found. Instinct: Show superiority

• Stab and pierce
• Dazzle with glittering armaments
• Form a spear circle
• Shout with feral power

Kiet is the haruspex (fortune-teller) of the Water Folk. He reads the entrails of fish, eels, dead people, etc. to see the future. He can call upon the spirits to bring good and bad luck. Instinct: See a safe future

• Spout Omens and Portents
• Good and bad luck

Somsri is what passes for a leader among the Water Folk. Everyone respects her wisdom and knowledge, and will listen to her. Instinct: Keep her people safe

• Order a fighting retreat
• Use nets and lines to entangle
• Sound the alarm

The Deviator is a servant of the powers of the Deep, that seek to drive out all that is natural from the Shallow Sea. The Frogmen will call it if they are in danger, otherwise, it resides in their nest. Instinct: Convert all to chaos

• Corrupt Reality
• Confuse and blind the senses
• Drive back natural things

Instinct: to consume the prey flesh

The Patchwork Crusher is a homonculi created by an aspiring necromancer with the simple idea that bigger is better. Being a homonculus and created by magic and not having any discernable rhyme or reason to it's anatomy. When the crusher attacks it generally slams whatever body part is available at its adversaries. Dangerous in enclosed spaces as it flails about wildly. Instinct: Attack relentlessly at anything that it comes across

• Crush with Limbs

Instinct: It kill all that enter its territoy

• Live in Dark Cakes deep in mountains