It is not known whether the gray dwarves migrated to the Caves of Infinity or if their more civilized cousins fled their brutish cousins. Tyrannical, grim, industrious and pessimistic, the lives of the gray dwarves are bleak and brutal. Rather than a flaw, however, they view their lack of happiness as their greatest strength, the defining feature of their pride. The gray dwarves saw themselves as the true paragons of dwarvish ideals compared to their weak and pampered kin, but in truth, their ways were a dark reflection of those found in normal dwarves While they do display the redeeming virtues of determination and bravery, the grays take dwarven flaws to their logical extremes. They are violent and hateful, sullen and insular, greedy and ungrateful, deeply cynical of others' motives and dutifully track and nurse every grudge, whether or not any offense was meant. Though their vices were many, the moral failings of the gray dwarves could be traced to three primary principles: bottomless greed, unceasing conflict, and rejection of emotion. Instinct: to enslave and profit

• double in size; when not enlarged stats are halved
• Invisibility, for up to an hour unless it attacks, is hit, or enlarges

The Man of the Black Gates looks like a man, or at least it is called a man, and no one who has met with him has said otherwise, but no one can ever remember just what the Man looks like after they look away. The Man has aspired to power beyond his station and believes that the death of the Ancients is a means to an end for some reason. He cannot kill speakers outside his realm, and relies on contracts with resurrections to enforce his will in the material plane. Instinct: to bargain with life

• Lock one on the other side of the Gates
• Conjure images of loved ones' last moments and hide among them
• Master of Reality in his Realm
• It can kill non speakers at will
• Summon Contracts to fight for him.

A human sized albino rabbit with jagged fangs and tattered claws. It has no fur and its skin is pale and puckered. Its voice, when it speaks, sounds like its coming from the center of your skull and is calm and resonant. Instinct: To retake the surface

• Melt their psyche
• Vanish
• Make them relive childhood nightmares

The corrupted octopus lives in red ponds within the blight woods. It lays in wait below the surface for unsuspecting creatures to approach the water's edge. When given the opportunity it will grapple creatures with its many long and powerful tentacles. It drowns its victims before devouring them with its beak. Instinct: To drown and devour

• Drown creatures that come too close

Plenty of scoundrels aren't happy enough hunting or chopping wood. They leave Welcomewood in search of riches to change their lives. Instinct: to loot

• skulk around danger
• use a gadget from adventuring gear
• quietly signal to its group

The Mold can seep into cadavers and rise them as mobile servants of its will. It uses them as either spread vectors or its arms and ears in the world. Instinct: to infect

• Spread toxic spores
• Seed the target with mold

Ghost Wasps, named so for their translucent skin, are a distant cousin of wasps which live exclusively underground. Their strong sense of smell allows them to find sources of food at great distances. They'll usually feed on roots of trees, but some have been known to bust into cellars. Instinct: to feed

• Burrow tunnels

The Krill imbued stone idols with echoes of their gods. Sunforged idols were their vanguard against the spreading mold. Alas, the constructs outlived their inventors and now remain dormant in the catacombs. It has two armor for each stone shield at its arm. Instinct: to destroy intruders

• Disgorge flames

What hell-dimension would spawn such a creature? Pray to never find out. Centipedes of all things... Instinct: To feed

• Drain away life with but a touch
• Retreat into the astral
• Feed on magic
• Tap into its latent powers to perform impossible feats

Lividity was born with no use for the gods. For her it was all to live and die with as little dealing with them as possible.She made a life investigating crimes for the Startangrad City Guard, sometimes monitoring religious actors, making sure they weren't establishing anything in the city that might count as a Temple. This was how she met her Harold, a priest of Tiffany running a garden in the city, medicinal herbs.He barley spoke of his goddess but he radiated her, he was pure light, offering cures, prorating payment for the poor, always, laughing, always dancing. He was everything she was not and she clung to all of it, and for her he was life itself. Until he died. Random thing, the guard said. Couple of ner do wells looking to get high, didn't understand that the fungus he was clutching to himself was to make a medicine that would cure an infected child down by the docks and not propel them into new heights of consciousness. That was the night she first prayed. She prayed to Death itself and he appeared. She'd heard of his shifting nature but his face has always remained in her mind since the night The Man showed up to say sorry, he'd already offered this one to go back for just a little favor. A small favor, he said, to stay here with Lividity a little longer, but he said Hells no. He was off to the Bosom of his goddess and had no need for dark trades. Lividity could not imagine the world without him in it, and so she struck a deal. She would serve if he was brought back. She would serve as long as she could stand just to know the world still had him in it, even though he'd hate her for it. And so she became what she is, bound to the power of the gates themselves. Instinct: To fufill her duty and die

• Create and Move between shadow
• Divine information by casting rituals to speak with the dead