Maroon Blobs are brown amorphous masses with a neverending hunger. They are quite slow but make up for it by climbing up on walls and letting themselves fall down on their victims. Their slimy parts reach into the smallest spaces and work around any armor you might have. Instinct: to feed

• Fall down and attack
• Devour everything
• Call for reinforcements

Avoid the gaze of this monstrous snake, lest you be lulled to inaction as it's coils crush the life from you... Instinct: to squeeze the life out

• Strike fast!
• Hypnotize prey...
• Slither unseen...

Of all the horrors concerning the Derro, it's their savants who should preoccupy anyone the most. They are the chief instigators of their kin's plans, often spurring them into savagery and mayhem. Known to use shadow spells to bind tresspasers and victims, none should face them without the power of the light besides them. Instinct: To bring power to the Derro

• Cast shadowy horrors
• Invocations of the Shadow-Realm

These small halfling like humanoids are in fact descendants of the dwarves, from long lines of magical transmutation and experimentation. Now a dark and aberrant race of itselft, they crave to the power and riches of their distant kind, always plotting to conquer the Underhalls of the Dwarven lords. Instinct: To govern the caverns

• Carve the walls into patterns
• Use oils and nets to stop larger prey
• Form a battle plan in seconds

Oh great Lord! Sleeping King, who casted this world into the perpetual eclipse? Guide us back into the truth, break our molds of flesh to leave a searing spirit in its place. Make of us the exalted and the savant, the childs of your design. - And the enlightened new of their own errors, the failures of creation. For only beyond death they could achieve truth.- Instinct: To destroy the abominations of weakness

• Drain the mind of emotions
• Negate the resistance of the material
• Replicate an attack

They are the preachers, the heralds of the coming of Armacant, the divine light that breaks the darkness. And in them is the holy task to destroy all secrets from the world as there is no other deeper shadow than that of the mind. Even repentance is futile, for that only consumates a glorious death at hands of the crescendo. Instinct: To undo all secrets

• Breaks the will of its listeners
• Call forth Retribution
• Take control of other's mind
• Bare naked the secrets of the weak

The most common guards of the Onyx Protectorate are the Battlemages. All Battlemages are required to prepare the spells magic missile and cage, beyond those two they are allowed to choose on their own. The nicer ones pick detect magic or sleep, but they aren't all nice. They are sworn to follow the law... but in the Onyx Protectorate "the law" is what the mages say it is, and it is often unforgiving to those without magic. Instinct: To obey the higher-ups

• Arrest a criminal
• Cast offensive magic
• Organize the City Guard

A mage doesn't like to get his hands dirty. His preferred method of eliminating an enemy personally is with a nice, big fireball. But sometimes things need to be done quietly. A knife in the back, poison in the wine, or a simple strangling. These are the jobs left to the Onyx Protectorate Assassins. They are an elite group of non-magical humans, skilled in hand-to-hand combat. When a mage wants somebody killed quietly, the assassins are the ones who do the job. But just because they can't use magic doesn't mean they don't have any magical assistance from their employers... Instinct: to eliminate its target

• Inject poison
• Attack a sleeping target
• Stalk

Melita Logos is no longer human, but has become something of a demigod. She also sees the world in stark black and white, and if you're not with her, you're against her. She typically wears silver armor and carries a silver staff. She has wings like an angel and can fly, even in armor. Her expression is habitually stern. She rules the God Makers with an iron hand in an iron glove. Instinct: To Pass Judgment

• Summon Angles of Judgment
• Slaying Touch

Grilas of the Golden Armor is a magical cyborg, part man, part machine, kept alive more by magic than biology. He leads the Techno-Mage faction, and seeks to make magic accessible only to those who are part machine or use machines. He's also madder than a bag full of cyborg-clams, but can be charming when he feels like it. In appearance he's a man with crystal eyes in a golden suit of plate armor. Close examination will indicate that the armor is actually built into him. Instinct: To destroy his rivals and enemies

• Summon the Machines of Doom
• Convert a living target to a magical machine hybrid under his control