Bulette
Solitary, Huge, Construct, Bite (d10+5 damage, 3 piercing) 20 HP 3 Armor, Close, Forceful, Special Qualities: Burrowing
A seasoned caravan guard learns to listen for the calls of a scout or sentry with a keen ear. A few extra seconds after the alarm is raised can mean life or death. Different cries mean different responses, too—a call of “orcs!” means draw your sword and steady for blood but a call of “bandits!” says you might be able to bargain. One alarm from the scouts that always, always means it’s time to pack up, whip your horse and run for the hills? “LAND SHARK!” Instinct: To devour
- Drag prey into rough tunnels
- Burst from the earth
- Swallow whole
Chimera
Solitary, Large, Construct, Bite (d10+1 damage) 16 HP 1 Armor, Reach
Well-known and categorized, the chimera is a perfected creature. From the codices of the Mage’s Guild to the famous pages of Cullaina’s Creature Compendium, there’s no confusion about what chimera means. Two parts lioness, one part serpent, head of a she-goat, and all the vicious magic one can muster. The actual ritual might vary, as might a detail or two—more creative sorcerers switch the flame breath for acid, perhaps. Used as a guardian, an assassin or merely an instrument of chaos unchained, it matters little. The chimera is the worst sort of abomination: an intentional affront to all natural life. Instinct: To do as commanded
- Belch forth flame
- Run them over
- Poison them
Derro
Horde, Devious, Intelligent, Organized, Pickaxe (d6 damage) 3 HP 2 Armor, Close, Special Qualities: Telepathy
It’s typical to think that all the malignant arcane monsters made in this world are birthed by wizards, sorcerers, and their ilk. That the colleges and towers of Dungeon World are womb to every bleak experiment. There are mistakes made in the depths of the earth, too. These ones, the derro, are the mistakes of a long-forgotten dwarven alchemist. The derro don’t forget, though. Twisted and hateful, the derro can be spotted by their swollen skulls, brain-matter grown too large. They do not speak except in thoughts to one another and plot in the silent dark to extract sweetest revenge—that of the created on the creator. Instinct: To replace dwarves
- Fill a mind with foreign thoughts
- Take control of a beast’s mind
Digester
Solitary, Large, Construct, Acid (d10+1 damage ignores armor) 16 HP 1 Armor, Close, Reach, Special Qualities: Digest acid secretion
It’s okay, magical experimentation is a messy science. For every beautiful pegasus there’s a half-done creature that wasn’t quite right. We understand. The goblin-elephant you thought was such a great idea. The Gelatinous Drake. Just examples. No judgement here. Anyway, we’ve got something for that. We call it the Digester. Yes, just like it sounds. Strange looking, I know, and the smell isn’t the best, but this thing—it’ll eat magic like Svenloff the Stout drinks ale. Next time one of these unfortunate accidents occurs, just point the Digester at it and all your troubles drain away. Just keep an eye on it. Damn thing ate my wand last week. Instinct: To digest
- Eat away at something
- Draw sustenance
Ethereal Filcher
Solitary, Devious, Planar, Stolen dagger (w[2d8] damage) 12 HP 1 Armor, Close, Reach, Special Qualities: Burrowing
Things go missing. A sock, a silver spoon, your dead mother’s bones. We blame the maid, or bad luck, or just a moment of stupid forgetfulness and we move on. We never get to see the real cause of these problems. The spidery thing with human hands and eyes as blue as the deep Ethereal plane from whence the creature comes. We never see the nest it makes of astral silver webbing and stolen objects arranged in some mad pattern. We never watch it assemble its collection of halfling finger-bones, stolen from the hands of the sleeping. We’re lucky, that way. Instinct: To steal
- Take something important to its planar lair
- Retreat to the Ethereal plane
- Use an item from its lair
Ettin
Solitary, Large, Construct, Club (d10+3 damage) 16 HP 1 Armor, Close, Reach, Forceful, Special Qualities: Two heads
What could possibly be better than an idiotic angry hill giant? One with two heads. Fantastic idea, really. Grade A stuff. Instinct: To smash
- Attack two enemies at once
- Defend its creator
Girallon
Solitary, Huge, Rending hands (d10+5 damage) 20 HP 1 Armor, Reach, Forceful, Special Qualities: Many arms
The pounding of the jungle drums calls to it. The slab of meat on the sacrificial stone to lure in the great ape. Girallon, they call it—a name from the long-forgotten tongue of the kings who bred the beast. Taller than a building, some say. Cloaked in ivory fur with tusks as long as scimitars. Four arms? Six? The rumors are hard to verify. Every year it is the same: some explorer visits the jungle villages seeking the ape and returns, never quite the same, never with a trophy. The pounding of the drums goes on. Instinct: To rule
- Answer the call of sacrifice
- Drive them from the jungle
- Throw someone
Iron Golem
Group, Large, Construct, Metal fists (d8+5 damage) 10 HP 3 Armor, Close, Reach, Forceful, Special Qualities: Metal
A staple of the enchanter’s art. Every golemist and mechano-thaumaturge in the kingdoms knows this. Iron is a misnomer, though. These guardians are crafted of any metal, really: steel, copper, or even gold, in some small cases. As much an art as a science, the crafting of a fine golem is as respected in the Kingdoms as a bridge newly built or a castle erected in the mountains. Unceasing watchdog, stalwart defender, the iron golem lives to serve, following its orders eternally. Any enchanter worth his salt can craft one, if he can afford the materials. If not… Instinct: To serve
- Follow orders implacably
- Use a special tool or adaptation, built-in
Flesh Golem
Horde, Miscellaneous Claws and Teeth (d6+2 damage) 3 HP 0 Armor, Close, Forceful, Special Qualities: Many body parts
Stolen bits and pieces in the night. Graveyards stealthily uprooted and maybe tonight an arm, a leg, another head (the last one came apart too soon). Even the humblest hedge-enchanter can make do with what he can and, with a little creativity, well—it’s not only the college that can make life, hmm? We’ll show them. Instinct: To live
- Follow orders
- Detach a body part
Kraken
Solitary, Huge, Giant tentacles (d10+5 damage) 20 HP 2 Armor, Reach, Forceful, Special Qualities: Aquatic
”A cephalo-what? No, boy. Not “a kraken” but “the kraken.” I don’t know what nonsense they taught you at that school you say you’re from, but here, we know to respect the Hungerer. Right, that’s what we call it, The Hungerer in the Deep to be more proper. Ain’t no god, though we’ve got those, too. It’s a squid! A mighty squid with tentacles thicker ‘round than a barrel and eyes the size of the full moon. Smart, too, the Hungerer. Knows just when to strike— when you’re all too drunk or too tired or run out of clean water, that’s when he gets you. No, I ain’t ever seen him. I’m alive, aren’t I?” Instinct: To rule the ocean
- Drag a person or ship to a watery grave
- Wrap them in tentacles
Manticore
Solitary, Large, Construct, Stinger (d10+1 damage, 1 piercing) 16 HP 3 Armor, Close, Reach, Messy, Special Qualities: Wings
If the chimera is the first step down a dark path, the manticore is a door that can’t be closed once it’s been opened. A lion, a scorpion, the wings of a drake. All difficult to obtain but not impossible and just animals, anyway. The last component, the hissing hateful face of the beast, is the ingredient that makes a manticore so cruel. Young or old, man or woman, it matters not but that they are human, living and breathing, married to the creature with twisted magic. All sense of who they are is lost, and maybe that’s a blessing, but the beast is born from human suffering. No wonder, then, that they’re all so eager to kill. Instinct: To kill
- Poison them
- Rip something apart
Owlbear
Solitary, Construct, Claws (d10 damage) 12 HP 2 Armor, Close
Body of a bear. Feathers of an owl. Beak, claws, and excellent night vision. What’s not to love? Instinct: To hunt
- Strike from darkness
Pegasus
Group, Construct, Sharp hooves (d8 damage) 10 HP 1 Armor, Close, Special Qualities: Wings
Don’t go thinking that every creature not natural-born is a horrible abomination. Don’t imagine for a second that they’re all tentacles and screaming and blood or whatever. Take this noble beast, for example. Lovely thing, isn’t it? A fine white horse with the wings of a swan. Don’t look like it ought to be able to fly, but it does. The elves work miracles, in their own way. They breed true—that’s the purity of elf-magic at work. Hatching from little crystal eggs and bonded with their riders for life. There’s still some beauty in the world, mark my words. Instinct: To carry aloft
- Carry a rider into the air
- Give their rider an advantage
Rust Monster
Group, Construct, Corrosive touch (d8 damage, ignores armor) 6 HP 3 Armor, Close, Special Qualities: Corrosive touch
A very distinctive-looking creature. Something like a reddish cricket, I think. Long crickety legs, anyhow. Blind, too, as I understand it—they feel their way around with those long moth-looking tendrils. Feed that way, too. Sift through piles of metal for the choicest bits. That’s what they eat, don’t matter the type, neither. Their merest touch turns it all to rusted flakes. Magic lasts longer but under the scrutiny of a rust monster, it’s a foregone conclusion. Only the gods know where they came from, but they’re a curse if you value your belongings. Instinct: To decay
- Turn metal to rust
- Gain strength from consuming metal
Xorn
Solitary, Large, Construct, Maw (d10 damage) 12 HP 2 Armor, Close, Reach, Special Qualities: Burrowing
Dwarf-made elemental garbage muncher. Shaped like a trash bin with a radius of arms to feed excess rock and stone into its gaping maw. They eat stone and excrete light and heat. Perfect for operating a mine or digging out a quarry. Once one gets lost in the sewers below a city, though, or in the foundation of a castle? You’re in deep trouble. They’ll eat and eat until you’ve got nothing left but to collapse the place down on it and move somewhere else. Ask Burrin, Son of Fjornnvald, exile from his clan. I bet he could tell you a story about a xorn. Instinct: To eat
- Consume stone
- Give off a burst of light and heat