The Changelings are an often hated race, somewhere between a sapient pony and an insect, that feeds on the love from others, and has to remain hidden to survive.

Weird, strange, and horrific creatures created by the Imbrians during their mad tenure.

A haint is a pursuing ghost, or a ghost that follows or chases the living, and comes from Southern vernacular. In the fantasy setting, a Haint is a semi-corporeal entity that exists, but is neither alive nor dead, and not undead or constructed. They are an enigma.

Where came the sickness, the shaman knew not. No herb, no smoke, no spirit dance could carry it away. What curse of heaven carried the plague, the sages and priests could not say. The gods struck, and no prayer, no elixir could save their victims. How the malaise spread, no doctor could know. With not even a body to spread the miasma, surely it must be a curse. And when at last, the right lenses were turned upon the pus of the suffering.  

Gijinkagrams are a niche anomaly in the Cosmic Era, and they can be eliminated by routine maintenance on high end electronic systems. 

Inspired by Carrion Crawlers, Gelatinous Cube , Owl  Bear and the Stirge

"You see, there was this contest ......"

Also known as a death snail or a skull slug

Appearing as mutilated humanoids with large heads, Nihilids are terrifying to encounter. They are thankfully rare.

Gives life to the notion of no good deed goes unpunished.

Nod to Gossomer, for her Solomon Grundy forum post, my inspiration

500 Word NPC challange

Also known as Kaiju Spawn, Magna-parasites, angel-spawn, sin spawn, and a variety of other terms

Log: Encounter 45, London Arcoplex

Classification: Keter, magnitude 3

Type: Extradimensional Manifestation

At one time it was thought that the substance known as Anagra Estratius, or Devouring Fire, was an alchemical substance, tainted by the infernal components that went into its making.

A hostile race discovered through dimensional boring. The first encounter with the violent and nomadic Tarxan occurred in Neo-Constantinople of the Eurasian Alliance, hence the Turkish/Central Asian rooted name.

Feet forever on the path; smile forever on it's lips. It walks roads beaten and forgotten alike through day and night. With it's troupe of mindless puppets, it is accosted not by beast nor fiend nor monster. For they know that Terror walks past this night.

Death travels with the Gandacai.

Damn 'ol thing it tis. Itches like nuthin I e'er felt. Stupid bugs, your the Poosker ye fool. Help me get rid o' these damnable things.

I hate to tell you this but you have what we liked to call, 'Puces Barbe Morts', or undead beard fleas. And the only way to be rid of them is to cut off your beard and then burn the hair.

No! Just kill me it's less painful that way.

The land of Airithrin is a horrible place, a land of reeking fumes and geysers of flame, lakes of lava and the strange life forms that emerge when elementals breed with mundane creatures

The cries sounded like some misshapen creature being devoured alive. Or a stillborn baby deer, somehow struggling back to life in the filthy grove where it had been abandoned, crying in infinite pain and hatred.

As I neared the ridge, I could hear a set of shuffling, twitchy half-steps, more like pained spasms than any sort of a gait. And when I saw it. . . Oh gods. . . It's like. . . that face. . . THAT HORRIBLE FACE!

"How is he? Will my son ever recover from the bugs that turned his brain to mush?"

The doctor pointed to where the thirty-seven year old was playing with toys on the floor. "It's been five years now and he has the brain of a child, give it another five and we can start the basics of teaching him magic again. He knows who you are but...but he will never have the same personality again, and by the time he regains all his magic skills at their former levels he will be in his sixties."

The flower commonly known as "Blood Petal," Haemorosa is a member of the Necrofoenae family - a family of plants that exhibit a disturbing affinity for the dead.

-Court Herbologist Gertrard di Vini, from his tome "dyFoenis Terrae Modae" - On the Plants of New Terra

One way of getting here, The Concave, is through conflagration of your Soul. Not a nice way to arrive, but at least you'll have the benefit of a guide, unlike most others.