a black tiger, made of otherworldly starmetal. Instinct: bring down its prey.

• hunt its prey to the world's end
• escape bonds
• break down barriers

This squat, hunchbacked wretch has four spindly arms and no head. Forming out of its chest is a twisted visage with two squealing mouths. The creature brandishes a morningstar, a spear, a crossbow, and a shield in its arms. Instinct: To blindly follow the daelkyr

• Attack two enemies at once

One of the twisted creations of daelkyr, the dolgaunt resembles a pale, emaciated hobgoblin. The only thing more noticeable than its empty eye sockets is the fact that it is covered in tiny writhing cilia, with a longer mane surrounding its head and two larger tendrils coming from its shoulders. The worst thing about the dolgaunt, though, is that it can drain a creature's fluids through its tendrils. Instinct: To worship the daelkyr

• Drain vitality

It is vast, amourphous and holy. And very, VERY hard to kill. Instinct: to smite

• Advance inexorably

Not all the undead act out of hatred and hunger. Some simply long for the embrace of life again, to hold someone close and feel their warmth. Perhaps in death they seek compassion or companionship that they ignored or scorned in life. Or perhaps they could not bear to let go of their loved ones. Whatever the case, now they suffer this curse as punishment, that the life they seek to hold will only wither within their grasp, even as they are withered. Instinct: To embrace

• Clutch the living in its bony arms

Great soaring things, the glidewing, as called by halflings, is a large birdlike reptile with a long, toothy beak, a thin headcrest, sharp talons , and small claws at the joints of its leathery wings. They are often used as flying mounts by Talenta halflings. Instinct: To soar

• Carry two halflings into the skies
• Swoop down, then soar away again

"This here's my fastieth, Strong-Leg. Yeah, he's not much for fighting, but he'll get you where you're going quick enough. Just one thing though, if you're kind of...heavy, yeah, we'll go with that, heavy, please don't try to ride him. Yes, sir, no you can't ride him. Thanks." -Halfling stabler Instinct: To run

• Ride a halfling into battle

The son of God-Emperor Callous is a terror in his own right. Gabriel has been blessed by his father to do his bidding in the world; which he does happily. He looks forward to the day when he can sit himself upon his fathers thrown and rule Seawall. Instinct: To Spread his Fathers Will

• Revel in Pain

Typically used as war-mounts for halflings, these dinosaurs boast sharp teeth and a toe claw that looks like a small sickle. No larger than a tall human, the clawfoot looks like it could take down much larger prey. Instinct: To hunt

• Ride a halfling into battle
• Race down prey
• Tear flesh

I ran into a group of halflings on dinosaurs once on border patrol. Must have wandered south too far. Anyways, I was the only one who made it out alive. Scariest thing I ever heard, the howls and roars; it was hard to tell which were coming from the riders or the mounts. They charged our flank and...*sob*...I'm sorry, I can't go on. -Karrnathi Border Guard Instinct: To roam the Talenta Plains

• Charge into battle on dinosaur-back