"You need fire to make a great civilization. Fire to cook your food, fire to forge your weapons, fire to act as a beacon and a bulwark against the dark. But frost giants find fire, and heat in general, very uncomfortable to be around. They know that they can never have what we have, so they try to destroy us, to have revenge on the gods that made them that way." Instinct: to cover the world in ice

• hurl a boulder like a catapult
• Call forth ice with its thunderous voice
• Blow a on mammoth horn to call aid

Every once in awhile, a young peasant decides they've had enough, and they venture out into the wide world to make a difference. Save the world! Defeat all enemies! Amass their fortunes! Once and for all, they will prove that friendship and determination are the strongest forces of all! Well, it's a pain in the ass for seasoned adventures to put up with. Hopefully you can send these kids home before they get themselves killed. Instinct: To be the very best, like no one ever was!

• Challenge anyone who might be stronger
• Devastating finishing move
• Call on obnoxious allies

The Voluminous Pony is the only known individual of its type, and aside from a few anomalous behaviors and physical qualities is virtually indistinguishable from its progenitor species, the common Shetland Pony. The Voluminous Pony is typically docile, contenting itself with consuming vegetation of veritably all sorts, displaying no atypical qualities aside from magnitude of appetite. The Voluminous Pony can be approached by any individual and asked to eliminate a living creature, at which point it will cease its inoffensive grazing and travel to the creature named (through means at this point unknown), upon encountering which the Voluminous Pony will consume it piecemeal, irrespective of size. This process is of course invariably fatal. The Voluminous Pony's bite has been known to shear through plate steel, and in one recorded instance was able to affect the ectoplasmic substance of a ghost. There have been no credible accounts of a creature named in the ritual of invocation escaping its fate, thus leading this researcher to brand The Voluminous Pony a Class IV Hazard, to be combated only by those of truly extraordinary strength, cleverness, or mystical affinity. Instinct: To consume endlessly

• Munches contentedly
• Consumes that which one loves the most

These monsters dwell underwater, and torment humans in any way they can dream up. Frightened parents will often write the names of their children on cucumbers which they then dump in the water. A Kappa finding one of these cucumbers will understand that it is a bribe not to harm the child, and they will usually accept. Most puzzlingly of all, Kappas are obsessed with honor, and they never turn down a challenge or fail to return a bow. This is especially problematic for them since bowing or wrestling can cause their water-pool to spill, killing them. Instinct: To drink blood

• Drown them in the river

These goblins come in a variety of shapes, but all share one thing in common: they make deals with mortals, deals the mortals always regret. It is rumored that once you have tasted goblin fruit, only pure love can save you. Instinct: Lead mortals to ruin

• Sell dubious magic items, especially fruit
• Trade magical fruit for hair and tears
• Curse those who eat the fruit with a lethal addiction
• Soothing songs
• Travel as a market band

"Live or die, win or lose, best beware . . . MY IRON SHOES!" Instinct: Keep its land to itself

• Stamp on travelers
• Lure travelers into its tower

"That thing isn't a boy. Nobody really know what it is, to be honest . . . some say it's a product of our own fear and guilt. That doesn't make it any less real, mind you. That mace will ruin your day quick as any." Instinct: To spread paranoia

• Bludgeon random victims
• Slide across the ground on strange, glittering wheels

A meter-long, 6cm thick slug with a set of vicious fangs that stay folded inside the mouth cavity until it springs to attack. The fangs are designed to sink into flesh and their barbs to keep them there, allowing the fangslug's razor-toothed tongues to spring forth and flay the meat from its victim. Fangslugs are not generally thought of as intelligent but when hunting in packs seem to be able to work as a single organism. Instinct: to feed

• Springs forth stretching to bite

"Cliff Racers? You want to hear about Cliff Racers? Gods damn them, son, Cliff Racers are the vilest things to ever live. You can't hardly walk a mile in Yesterbreeze without the bloody things mobbing you! That's why I moved away! They say the plumes are worth good money, so I hope they hunt them all down. Make the bastards into hats! That would show those grimy, flapping things." Instinct: To harass and eat travelers

• Swoop down at the worst possible moment
• Call a swarm of the bastards

It is believed that this beast, long thought to be extinct, is a non-magical relative of the dragon. Instinct: To scavange and kill

• Tear prey apart