"During my exile, I spent a great deal of time hiding in the fringes of society. One of the locations I stayed at was an oil well next to an archaeological dig, and well, you know me, I couldn't resist attempting to raise the skeletons they would occasionally unearth. I found that due to their extreme age, I needed more advanced necromantic powers, so I accumulated them and trained and honed. When I next returned, thirteen years later, I had become quite the powerful wizard indeed, and found that my skill was far in excess of what these bones required to grant unlife so far out of time. And then I got a strange inkling, and I turned my attention to the oil well. I found that the oil itself was somehow subject to unlife, as the skeletons. I believe that the oil you've been burning in your lamps, and tossing at your foes, is the dead vestige of some ancient and unknowable creature." -Archmage Delvin's Memoir Instinct: to drown

• Smother
• flood
• concentrated evil

The size and shape of a wyvern more than a bird, with it's cruel looking beak, long neck and staggering wingspan, this golden and red feathered creature prefers to attack by firing a beam of flame from it's mouth. When it wishes to eat instead of merely kill it's victim, will fly in close to grab a one in it's claws and drop one to one's death from a height. These creatures organize into nuclear family units with two adult mates and one or two eggs or children. When excited or scared, a dragonbird may turn to flame. Instinct: To Burn

• Incinerate
• Scorching Ray
• Familial Screech
• Turn to Flame

Gliding above the ground as though suspended by strings, this three-foot-tall wooden puppet glides and dances with its epee, painted in the clothing of a typical bard. Instinct: To Protect

• Sneak Attack