Brownies are shrunken, filthy goblins too primitive to form societies. They breed in warrens beneath swamp roots, emerging at dusk to raid the settlements of larger creatures in search of anything magical or reflective. They are more likely to retreat than attack if spotted, often rousing their entire warren and moving to a new location. If unseen, however, they will creep close and reach out with grasping fingers... and well-honed blades. Instinct: To steal from the shadows

• Scavenge
• Disguise itself in mud
• Rouse the warrens

These shadows skulk in the deep dark ocean. Eyes like rotten eggs catch the moonlight when they surface. Even shut, their jaws are a thicket of fangs and stinging barbels. They hide in shoals and shipwrecks, luring new victims into danger with glittering golden lights. Instinct: To lure prey

• Devour something whole
• Lie in ambush within the remains of previous prey
• Use light to attract prey
• Regurgitate undigested treasure

A rock-knuckled creature the size of a bear, with lichen and veins of quartz encrusting its pebbly hide. Its slitted eyes glow with moonlight. When it speaks, its voice is soft and deep as an echo. Instinct: To take another's dwelling

• Use something huge as a weapon.
• Use mist gates to surprise prey.

Dressed in the red robes of a novice, the apprentice Lamentors scurry to do the bidding of their masters, inflicting rote torture, preparing the food, disposing of the refuse and subject to only minor bodily modifications themselves. A nose here, an ear there, maybe a patch of flayed cheek. Instinct: To inflict pain

• Obey the Lamentors
• Bind with ropes

The brass bull, a nightmarish construct powered by the damned victim in its belly. The bull's mighty roars are the agonized screams of the person trapped inside, their pain fueling its fury, and the smoke billowing from its nostrils carries with it the perfume of roasting meat. Instinct: To roast them

• Bellow rage and fire
• Thunderous charge

Cowardly and fragile, the pirates of the Great Sea are an unfortunately common encounter for one just trying to get from place-to-place via boat. While weak on their own, the pirate scum tend to band together and overpower those stronger than them through sheer numbers. When it comes down to it, they'll rely on dirty tricks and deceit to get what they want. Instinct: To pillage

• Swing cutlass wildly
• Claiming surrender and then striking when an enemy draws close

Defenders of their master Basal, the Colere Paladin Order appoints those with the greatest skills to the place of Great Colere Paladin. With heavy plate mail and a sword that can rip and tear through anything short of a dragon's hide, these Paladins are the toughest things encountered on the island of Colere sans their master himself. Extreme caution is advised when facing even one of them... and they like to travel in groups of three. Instinct: To protect

• Slashes with great sword
• Calls for back-up
• Attempts unconvincing diplomacy

The editor is ruthless. More concerned with timestaps and scene flow than actual performance. A true monster this one. Instinct: To over edit your performance.

• Can remove you completely from the scene.
• One minute you're there. Next you're not.

The Cinematographer sees the big picture and if you don't hit your mark, he'll hit it for you. If you get my drift. Instinct: To put you in your place.

• Helps others get in position
• Position is everything. You may think yo'ure in position, but you aren't.

The Assistant director thinks they are in charge. Looking over everyones shoulder micromanaging their projects. Instinct: To control the situation

• To compel you to do as he says
• Just when you think you're safe, they make a move
• It can scatter your thoughts and concentration