Imagine an enormous mound of sharks with a single motive force, a single malign intelligence directing the whole thing. Now imagine it's hungry, and you look tasty. Instinct: To devour.

• Swallow them whole.
• Spawn lesser shark-spirits

The cultists of the Bleak Petal worship the ancient wizard Hazan-Khael as a god, and seek to bring about his resurrection. They're nuts, every one of them, but that doesn't make them less dangerous. Instinct: To worship Hazan-Khael

• Attack with fanaticism
• Attack from an unexpected direction
• Call forth horrors
• Infiltrate a group
• Call upon the cult

Lightly armored for a Steel Clan dwarf, but that's like saying it's lightly armored for a siege engine. And that's what these ones are; mobile siege engines, able to rain down fire on you and move into better, more defensible positions when you finally peek your head out. Instinct: To destroy from afar

• Bombard them
• Hide behind a shield wall

Decades ago, the dwarves of Emrahil fell victim to a terrible plague, one that killed most of their people. They retreated into their mountain holds and nobody had heard from them for more ten years; everyone pretty much forgot about them. They're back and, unlucky for you, the blame surface-worlders for the plague. They spent their time in the mountains building great coal-powered armor suits that keep them alive, and man do those things pack a punch. Good luck! Instinct: To wreak revenge.

• Resist huge amounts of damage.
• Call reinforcements.