It's putrid visage hangs forward like the skeletal remains of a lost god, insects swarming around it's body like a disgusting hive of bone... Instinct: To spread it's children

• Plague the land with enormous hornets
• Inject an opponent with parasites

"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

Oh, she's a real piece of work alright. And, tell you what, I shattered a LOT of cubs before I got the enchantment to really work. You think I got time to feed a real bear? Shit. This time next year I'mma have a whole damn ZOO between me and them "adventurers" or whatever the hell you call 'em. Nobody fucks with Pawpaw's figurines. Not anymore. Instinct: To guard

• Razor Claw Swipe
• Regurgitate Spell
• Stalk Prey