Greater Krallaq is a predator from places best left unknown. Honed by the horrific forces that marshal in the infernal realms that it frequents, its desires are violent and awful. It seeks to inflict suffering, impaling wayward souls upon its spikes and using their pained visages to armour it both physically and psychologically. Worst still of course are those that ride it... Instinct: To torment

• Clamp down on victims with a vicelike grip
• Use tail to render creatures unconscious

The greatest beings of the infernal realms tend to be known as Archdevils or Demon Princes or similar, and Azkarix of Many Agonies is no different. Spoken of in hushed tones, he is a master of torment - perhaps even *the* master of torment, and has acquired many powerful secrets in his time that alone would make him a terrifying foe. But no, he commands agony with but a thought and can drive people made from suffering and torment. Luckily, it is said that he spends most of his time in his citadel, pouring over his accumulated knowledge, making plans, and supping upon the various agonies that he has acquired over the aeons, but if there's anyone who knows how to break into the mortal realms, then it would be him. Instinct: To torment and rule

• Inflict agony with but a thought
• Manipulate the senses and create false agonies
• Wield arcane secrets of frightening power
• Beckon forth numerous servants from the planar spheres
• Drink agony for nourishment and power

Even creatures from the fell pits have nobility, it turns out. Incredibly ornate and complex, not to mention difficult to decipher but important nonetheless. As on earth as in hell. Their hellish planes themselves follow their commands, and they possess a mockery of chivalry, backed with hellfire. A chilling profanity of a noble knight. However they possess an honour, of sorts. Instinct: To conquer and subjugate

• Shatter bone, rank, and mind in a furious charge
• Challenge someone to unbreakable duel-oath, enforced sorcerously
• Beckon forth infernal infantry with but a profane gesture
• Command the fabric of the infernal planes themselves

Sometimes ogres are smart enough to fight for money and glory. Even wield fancier weapons, and wear armour of sorts. Pretty dangerous if you ask me. Instinct: To destroy

• Cause chaos

It turns out that sometimes ogres learn to hunt more 'subtly', better to deal with creatures more likely to flee at speed. Of course their hunting involving huge stone-tipped javelins. The corpses aren't pretty, but since when did ogres care. Instinct: To hunt

• Pin a victim down with a heavy javelin throw
• Fly into a rage
• Chase down a freshly javelinned target with frightening speed

A rash of mysterious stranglings had left the city watch perplexed, no sign of any attacker and seemingly occurring in places with no reasonable exit or entrance. It was only after they had called in supernatural assistance in the form of a travelling wizard did they get to the bottom of it. Aerial Stalkers they're called, hailing from a windier realm than our own. Confronting the creature directly would have been near impossible - but it turns out it was summoned by another wizard in order to murder rivals and opponents - who was easier to take out than the monster, but many people lost their lives regardless. A creature made of the wind itself is surprisingly hard to hurt, but when it can strangle you while invisible it is suddenly an even greater threat. The wizard helping us mentioned that they are hunters from whatever damned place they come from, but I can't imagine what that thing would hunt... Instinct: To hunt

• Grab and strangle a poor victim
• Turn invisible, and remain so
• Unleash blasts of deadly wind

Golemists are quite a resourceful lot, when they fall under the thrall of a moon cult they can work wonders with the strange and peculiar materials that they might acquire. For instance, moon rock is not just simply rocks from the moon, oh no, it divinely empowered, after all the moon - much like the sun - is of divine origin, and its rocks are much the same. Still, might be hard to fight back when you're simultaneously choking and blinded by a haze of moon dust and also can't hear your opponents. Instinct: To serve

• Follow orders implacably
• Manipulate gravity upon itself, others, or the environment

Just as the moon has many faces, so would a lunar cult - it is reasoned. The full moon is said to embody the most direct of presence, unwavering, the moon at its greatest. So it makes sense that elite cultists that resonate so would be dangerous fighters, drilled and strong. That still doesn't explain why they wield weird wheel-shaped weapons and silver cones that seem to cover their faces entirely - how do they even see? Symbolism is probably involved. Instinct: To kill for the cult

• Spin up their moonwheel and make ready to bring pain
• Hit where it hurts
• Turn out to be a lycanthrope

"Only when I saw my enemy walk through all my defenses, untouchable as the moon in the sky, did I truly know what it is to be afraid." You would think that a purely illusory warrior would be nothing too frightening wouldn't you? But that's where you're wrong, for when the mind believes that it is hurt, then it is hurt, perhaps not as viciously as getting run through or severed in twain but the heart and brain can only take so much. Not to mention when magic is properly involved there is a semblance of reality, making it a dangerous opponent. Even those who have fully disbelieved such a threat can still feel the pangs of wounds that don't exist hurting them - just less so, magic you see. Now the other hard part is hurting something that isn't there... Instinct: To stymy and terrorise

• Bypass solid obstacles
• Feign reality
• Inflict psychic wounds

What kind of predators lurk in the tall grasses? Why the verdant sicklemaw of course! A scaled creature, a little like a particularly vicious alligator or similar, but it has grass itself budding off of it giving it the perfect camouflage for such a specific environment! Scholars speculate upon a creature that lives in such a specific niche, but it sure does fill it. Hard to see until its too late and it has torn your leg off and has begun feasting on what's left of you. So the best advice: Stay out of the tall grass. Instinct: To feed

• Disappear into the tall grass
• Feign inanimation
• Tear off something important