The Urd-hel are a race of shapeshifters with a twist.
Mentats, mentons, and cymeks, the synchronization of the human mind and the computer
All the advantages of a hive mind, without all the horrible world and society destroying disadvantages of a hive mind, a sort of compromise if you will.
When a human mind occupies a machine body it's called a cyborg. When it is done remotely, it's a drone. When a machine mind occupies a human body, it's called a crime. You humans are simply disingenuous when it comes to dealing with anything that isn't you.
Testimony of Achilles L/AISC
A meretrix is a clone, or clone template that is used to create a sexual engineered humanoid
Ancient stone guardians of a fallen empire that have watched the world form, fall, and reform over the millenniums.
The precursor to the skeletron, the PPAC Sanzang robot demonstrated the strengths of the fighting robot, and also, ultimately, it's weaknesses
If life hands you lemons, make lemonade.
If life puts you in charge of defending a gold mining operation and you are only a mage....well
Also known as demons, mutants, and monsters, Youma were once human beings.
The adventurers hear a noise and turn, only to see a bottle clatter down the street. Shrugging it off, they continue on their way, blissfully unaware of the hulking mass of junk taking shape behind them...
Droids, Drones, and the Neo-Cortex.
Also known as automatics, dummies, skinnies, and mannikins.
Genimals are the stock and trade of BioCreches and one of the foundation technologies of the biosphere repair effort
Favored minion of the necromancer Warmaker, the Ossilyth is a tank of an undead.
A model of efficiency and effectiveness, also a model of horror in the Cosmic era
The panic inducing robotic shock troopers of the Cosmic Era.
An army can be compared to a craftsmen. Both produce for gain. A craftsmen produces a product, a good, for monetary gain. An army, however, produces corpses for resource acquisition. Be it on the battlefield or in the medical tent with the severely wounded being put out of their misery, the fillers of graves are being produced.
Any mind of the modern age has thought about putting those bodies to work. Necromancy has long been socially inacceptable. Besides, no one enjoys seeing a former comrade, a former brother-in-arms, walking around fighting and killing with a spear hole in his gut and a couple arrows hanging from the arms. And the only other way was to throw the dead body into a catapult and throw it at the enemy, in the hopes of giving them plague.
It was Obstarian military who first unleashed the Raveten on their foes during the World War. No one was prepared for it. And so people died.
Clockwork angels. Servants of the Mechanogod Whrrrm.
The unnatural offspring of a zombie father and a human mother.
"I take it ye've ne'er fought a Semblance. Nasty undead fiends they be. 'course, they don't look undead. They don't have gleamin' bones, or rottin' flesh. No, sir! The Semblance looks just like you or me. Except for when its tryin' ta get you. I take it ye've ne'er fought a Semblance. If you had, you'd be dead."
-Old Gerald, man in the pub
There is a small and strange nature-worship cult that has dedicated itself to freeing vegetables. They appear usually in working pairs or trios, arriving to villages and towns separately and wearing the local garb. For some reason, they have taken to disguising themselves specifically as a scholar, a cooper, and a fisher. At night, they will sneak into backyards and side gardens, digging up household fruits and vegetables. They pile the pilfered plants into a cart and vanish in the night. While the townsfolk wake up to empty gardens, the cultists replant the fruits in the wild to let them be "free".