A most curious people, glyptodytes. Kin to the goblins, some say; others call them gnomish folk. Similarly, some will say they’re named and known for always wearing jackets of some tough leather with elaborate grooved patterns; others swear they dwell in carven stone figures like idols to forgotten gods; yet other tales combine the two, describing them as traveling about in strangely-carved shells like some kind of mystical turtles. All agree, though, that they highly prize secrets of all sorts, gathering up knowledge from the obscure to the occult, from the enigmatic to the esoteric, from puzzles to prophecies. Though they treasure their trivia, they can be persuaded to trade secrets for secrets, or sell knowledge for a high price. But the secret-seeker should beware of attempting to deal falsely or forcefully, for the glyptodytes acquire arcana in their investigations, and they will let loose eldritch forces to fend off foes. Instinct: To collect secrets

• Call upon forgotten sorceries
• Cause calamity with incantations

A glowing green, vaguely humanoid creature, with a tail instead of legs, floating off the ground Instinct: to thwart your plans

• Grant your wish, cruelly
• make something appear
• bring trouble to life
• reveal a deep strategy

Old and manipulating. These creatures have a goal and they manipulate the races to reach it. Not that any one knows about them. Or who they are. Or what they wan...... what where we talking about again? subconsciously Instinct: to manipulate

• make them forget: affter the monster can not be seen it is forgoten
• make a deal: a deal is maid and the person can not rember it but subconsciously work to hold up there end

about the size of a bobcat, but its color and markings are strange Instinct: to stalk, to play, to kill, to eat

• pounce without warning

Head of an aurochs, body of a man Instinct: to protect its lair

• Stalk its prey

"I have heard of zombies, sure, but zombie elk? That must be nonsense. Surely something as horrible cannot exists." The last words of Annuman the Priest of Zoltost before being impaled by an undead hart. And yes. He did raise from the dead. Instinct: to impale

• raise those it kills as zombies

Abbeyton's city guards are a dangerous breed of knight. Carrying extremely sharp longswords and heavy plated shields, they are committed to the Lord's justice without question. Anyone who attempts to circumvent their orders will be met with the dungeons or death. They rarely speak unless it is to command a citizen or call on support from other city guards. They are the most feared warriors in South Vestuul and are not to be tested. Instinct: To follow Lord Azzameen's orders without question

• Defend the Lord and city's interest without mercy
• Abbeyton is swarming with guards, assistance is a shout away

He cut the girl up and buried her with her dolls, but she came back for revenge. I've never seen anything like it. Aa tall as a troll and as white as bone. It came out of the shadows, I don't know how. Like a giant doll, it moved with a staccato gait. Men ran to and for, a few hero's tried to smash the creature. Its porcelain armour shattered off only to reveal a twisted mass of flesh underneath. Oh god, how it pealed the flesh from their bones. How her father begged and cried; admitting all his faults in vain hope he would be spared. Only one person died that night, though no one in town is the same. Instinct: avenge its death

• Claw with ferocity
• Leap into or step out of the shadows

They say it is only a legend... but tales of grisly horror plague the dark woods. Set up a homestead too close to its territory and you may see the Donnager; a massive, furry ape-sloth-man who tears his victims apart. First, he tears out your hair. Then, he starts pulling your bones out... through your butt! Instinct: Defend Territory

• Rip out Hair
• Rip out Bones

A great bird of black and brown feathers Instinct: To eat

• Flies fast