The Hoarding Dragon, also referred to as the Trash Dragon takes it's kin's attraction to great piles of wealth to unhealthy, obsessive extremes. Where other Dragons will collect hoards of precious metals and jewels, the Hoarder Dragon is not so discerning. It will collect any rubbish, trash, or miscellany it finds. A Trash Dragon's hoard is often made up of worthless items and objects that It has picked up and simply cannot part with. It clings to these things, overstuffing it's lair to the point where it can barely move without causing avalanches of rubbish. Trash Dragons are seen as pitiable, pathetic creatures, but despite the trouble they cause, very few will seek out and kill them. While most of their hoard is worthless junk, there can sometimes be rare magical or valuable items in amongst the dross. Instinct: To hoard trash and mundane items to excess

• When you feel threatened or uneasy, recede into your hoard.
• When your hoard is threatened, make weak arguments as to why you need every single item.
• When they steal something, chase them, and beg for it back
• When they kill you, pass your compulsion to them.

"Good morning," the Thing in the Well calls, "And how are we doing this morning Mrs. Westmen?" -- "Just wonderfully. How have you been keeping, Thing?" -- "Fine, fine. A little peckish, a bit in the mood for, you know, a nibble, a bite to eat. But don't worry yourself, perfectly fine." -- "It's quite alright Thing, I was just thinking I should bring by some lunch. How does a ham sound?" -- "You are too kind Mrs. Westmen, just too kind..." -- The Thing in the Well has lived in the village for longer than anyone can remember. It is traditional to fix regular meals for the Thing, and to present it with a sheep or pig on special occasions. Years ago a boy went down the well on a dare. He never returned. The subject has not been broached in the presence of the Thing. Instinct: To devour

• Politely collect tribute
• Leverage townspeople through secrets
• Purify water
• Hide in darkened waters

These strange creatures are no bigger or smarter than their mundane kin. They have the same vicious nature. Over their relations they have one advantage—an oily secretion that oozes from their skin. It makes them hard to catch. On top of that, with a twist of their body they can ignite the stuff, leaving pools of burning oil atop the surface of the water and roasting prey and predator alike. I hear the slimy things make good ingredients for fire-resistant gear, but you have to get your hands on one, first. Instinct: To ignite

• Catch someone or something on fire (even underwater)
• Consume burning prey

The reconstituted frozen remains of a person ritually frozen then shattered, an ice mummer is the agent of what most certainly is a greater evil. Bound to its icy rusted bronze mask, the voiceless ice mummer is a harbinger of its master’s incursion. Instinct: To obey its master

• To be its master’s eyes
• Disperse in a whirlwind of ice and snow
• Reveal the horror beneath the mask