The biggest of its kind, even the other dragons fear it. Instinct: to dominate without question

• Darken the sky with its wings
• shake the world with its roar
• breath forth an inferno
• erupt through stonework like a volcano

Despite their immense skill at their barn-sized forges, these one-eyed giants always seem to end up wanting what other people have. Whether it be a beautiful woman, magical object, or just a piece of land, cyclopes become easily fixated on possessing certain things and get downright stubborn about having them. This often brings them into conflict with fathers-of-brides, kings, high wizards, local farmers, and well, just about anyone who has something the cyclops wants. Not inherently evil, cyclopes are simply used to getting what they want through force and intimidation. On the other hand, they have been known to reward those who bring them their objects of desire with magical weapons and armor. Instinct: To aquire the object of its infatuation

• Demand or take something precious
• Intimidate through destruction
• Pick up and squeeze
• Make a deal

The flesh of warg, cheetah and gnoll, melded onto a skeleton of steel. Once its creator sets it on a target, it will never stop until one of the two are dead. Instinct: to hunt its target

• Tear through protection, be it barricade, armour, or spell
• Withdraw, so as to later strike at the worst possible time
• Howl to summon the pack
• Follow untiringly

Instinct: Cuddle

• Sneak
• lays down in your way

The twisted incarnation of some long-forgotten divine punishment, harpies have the torso and head of hideous human females with the grotesque wings, legs, and tail of a bird. Vicious and shrill, they now roam in small packs seeking to fulfill their instinctual need to inflict emotional and physical pain on others through the theft of precious items. Despite their attraction to gold, gems, and magical enchantments, harpies seem to always know what each victim holds most dear whether it be a questing knight's heirloom sword or a starving man's last morsel of bread. Instinct: To deprive others of what they cherish

• Alert other harpies
• Distract a victim
• Snatch a valuable object
• Gloat from the safety of its nest

Jabberwocks whiffle through the tulgey wood and burble through dreamscapes and other places of power, looking to rend with its powerful jaws and claws. Instinct: To wiffle and burble

• Bites with jaws, catches with claws

Gremlins, small green humanoid about the size of a humans pinkie finger, hail from a realm far beyond this one, a world of great cities of steel and stone, of mills belching fire and smoke day and night. Marooned in this realm, they seek out sources of iron and coal, claiming them using their great war machines. Miners tell of great screws that burrow from the ground, iron carts that spit blasts of hot lead, submersible boats, even once an flying ship, held aloft by a multitude of spinning blades. Thank goodness they are so rare and so small, a man sized race with their combined technology and rapaciousness would scour the earth bare. Instinct: to conquer and consume

• attack from land, underground, sea, or air.
• use signal flares to call allies
• gain advantage using alien technology

Summoned from the black gulfs of chaos, The Haunter of the Dark can reveal other worlds, other realities, and the secrets of arcane and paradoxical knowledge...for a price. "I see it-- coming here-- hell-wind-- titan-blur-- black wings-- Yog-Sothoth save me-- the three-lobed burning eye..." Instinct: To drive insane

• Impart unspeakable knowledge
• Move through shadow
• Serve the Great Old Ones
• Demand sacrifice

"While even casual scholars of the undead know that wights create more of their kind from those whose life-energy they steal, the ultimate origins of these creatures remains a matter of much debate. There is no known necromantic spell for creating wights and little help comes from the diverse and contradictory legends that seek to explain how the first wights came to exist." -Graeme Davis, Ecology of the Wight

When you take damage from a wight, it does its damage as Strength damage instead of HP damage.

When your Strength score falls to zero or below, set your Strength to 0, you are paralyzed until your Strength is at least 1. Take your Last Breath [move].

If you have been Strength damaged and you receive the benefits of something that would restore HP, you may choose to restore the same amount of Strength instead.

• Drain the strength of the living
• Burst forth from its burying place
• Raise a slain foe as a wight.

The Grey Prince is an ancient spirit from beyond the stars, a wanderer from when the world was a hot swirling cauldron of potential. It is then that the Grey Prince came, and cooled the world with it's chill, hollow touch. When the first living thing crawled upon the world's surface, it was the Grey Prince that touched it, and gave it the gift of death. The Grey Prince is ancient, eternal, and wishes only to conquer and dominate the Dead. When it's army of dead souls is large enough, the grey Prince will invade the bright warm world of the living, and suck out it's warmth and light, until it too is a pale, cold shadow. Then the Grey Prince will leave this hollowed out world to find another bright, hot cauldron to cool with it's hollow touch. Instinct: Conquer the Shade

• Bleed their souls of wonder
• Bind the dead to it's service with clever words
• Call up it's horde of dead souls
• dominate them with ancient knowledge