The abominable spawn of Ll'hhrau, the Thing Behind The Sky, the Minotauri descend from above, hideous and awful perversions of natural life.

The numorous denizens of Thanethia all in one place.

“The threat of the enemy flanking me is our concern. Send in three of the Hundtaur to find any hidden resources. Tell one of them to seek out their general I know his name, we were clutched together in our infancy. He is the closest thing to a brother we could have. Have the Hundtaur kill him publically to break their moral.

Slaughter them all and pray to the Weapon that Kills that this day will be bloody. Sing the song of your God and may they get you through today!”

- Legatus Suuhai - Commander of the Minotaur Armies of the Blades

“The Orstaur beasts are unleashed My Lord Legatus!”

“Quiet your tongue, I am no Lord Master. I am a tool and that is all. Send the other troops to the east of the Orstaur. I don’t want them turning on us when they run low on food. Pray to the Weapon that Kills that this day will be bloody. Sing the song of your God and may they get you through today!”

- Legatus Suuhai - Commander of the Minotaur Armies of the Blades

“The battle is near its start. The feasting that will follow will be great and we shall gorge ourselves with plenty of the fallens flesh. Praise to the God King for this chance to show our reverance, and a silent prayer to the One Above Who Can Not Partake. Lest she whitness and be pleased.”

-Harrotaur Tribunus - Second in Command at the Battle of Forgotten Sorrow

'Masters say the advanced scouts have reported no enemies to the west of the plains. We are to assault them from their western flank and pepper their bodies with vengence and blood. To victory and the God King.'

- Ebertaur Tracker - Battle of the Forgotten Sorrow

“Our enemies lie just across the plains brothers, may our God King see it in his wisdom to grant our masters victory at the loss of our blood. But let our enemies pay for that blood with every breath.”

-Ziegtaur Soldier at the Battle of Forgotten Sorrow

“The Masters have ordered our advancement on the enemy. They are entrenched and well defended Legatus, what is your intent?”

“The Masters say kill, we kill. They order and we obey. The difference in ordering an infidel and a weapon, is the weapon enjoys the order. Slaughter them all and pray to the Weapon that Kills that this day will be bloody. Sing the song of your God and may they get you through today!”

- Legatus Suuhai - Commander of the Minotaur Armies of the Blades

“My Lord Oweadyen, the enemy awaits our presence on the Plains of Forever Sorrow. Our advanced scouts have seen no possible threat of flanks, what are your orders?”

“The infidels shall quiver at my thunder and feel their complacency at the fall of my sword. Send in the Taurs, make them bleed.”

Slaughter them all and pray to the Weapon that Kills that this day will be bloody. Sing the song of your God and may they get you through today!”

- Legatus Suuhai - Commander of the Minotaur Armies of the Blades - The Demon Wars

Hiding deep within catacombs of the ancients, in low, deep alcoves where they lie, spider-like, awaiting the taste of fresh blood, there are the hideous Torlakia, dark beings who once lived and are now, fearfully, undead.

On Zetacron, the nature goddess Gaia did not create the elves, but wished to claim them as Her own (it seemed fitting to her, somehow, that elves should be bound to Nature). Thus, she used her divine powers to create a bond between Herself and the elves.

The Qwards were just another type of goblinoid race -a bit more odd than most- living in the cramped dark spaces. While durrable and intelligent, they could achieve no level of dominance. Upon the advent of Technology, their natural aptitudes came forth. They are born engineers.

The undead horror shambled forward. Peaking out from under its tattered leather armor is a roll of slick smelly maggot worms.

'ew. What is that smell? Where did it come from?'
'Where did that wyvern come from!'

"OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT THING!"

Your adventurers can name this one, if they survive. The last thing they will hear is: 'ppppooockt-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t' before their eyes and ears start bleeding and their body become black and blue... battered by something unseen and untouched.

Dragons, being huge and meaty, are the ideal habitat for countless unpleasant parasites.

On a world made entirely of molten rock, there is still life.

Choke horrors are nightmarish creatures that give the most knowledgeable and adventurous pause. They are tall gangly bipedal creatures that have four whip like appendages instead of arms.

To kill a Unicorn is to bring bad luck and the hatred of nature itself down upon the foolish. It is said that the mate of a unicorn that is murdered will turn horrible in it’s pain and anger, turning against nature to hunt and kill the murderer of it’s mate. It turns dark and soulless and seeks nothing but the death of it’s enemy.